Mrs. Freeman could see them as she sat in her sitting room."Yes, you will. You'll soon learn to control your tongue and to speak in a ladylike way."
"Bridget, my dear, before you come into the schoolroom I must request that you go upstairs and change your dress."
"Oh, how very funny—how—how unpleasant. Did you tell papa about that when he arranged to send me here?"
"Well, well," interrupted Janet impatiently, "have your own way, Olive. Make that tiresome, disagreeable girl a female Hercules if you fancy, only cease to talk about her. That is all I have to beg.""No. You are to take off that unsuitable afternoon costume you are now wearing, and put on a neat print dress for your morning work."
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"What poor dear young lady?"
"She's not so bad at all," began Dorothy.
"Bridget, my dear, before you come into the schoolroom I must request that you go upstairs and change your dress."The ages of these fifty girls ranged from seventeen to five, but from seventeen down to five on this special hot summer's evening one topic of conversation might have been heard on every tongue.There was little use, therefore, in rushing out of her prison to join her companions in their playground or on the shore.
"I don't mind your kissing me, Bridget, only does not it seem a little soon—I have not known you many minutes yet?"
"I know," echoed Janet, a queer angry light filling her eyes for a minute. "Oh, dear! oh, dear! What with our examinations and the Fancy Fair, and all this worry about the new girl, life scarcely seems worth living—it really doesn't."
Mrs. Freeman and Miss Patience had driven away in a very smart carriage with a pair of horses to meet her.