Bridget was sitting in the middle of the dusty road with a girl's head on her lap. The girl's figure was stretched out flat and motionless; her hat was off, and Bridget was pushing back some waves of fair hair from her temples."Run back to your companions this minute, miss," said Olive Moore. "You're getting to be a perfect tittle-tattle, Violet. There, I'm not angry, child, but you must learn not to talk about everything you see."
Bridget wore a white muslin dress with a long train. Her silver girdle was clasped round her waist. She went deliberately up to a rose tree in full flower, and, picking two or three half-opened buds, put them in her girdle."She's not so bad at all," began Dorothy.CHAPTER IV. THE QUEEN OF THE SCHOOL.
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Marshall reappeared with the asparagus and cherry tart.
Mrs. Freeman could scarcely restrain her impatience.
"How disagreeable! I can't live without flowers. I suppose papa will not expect me to stay if I don't like the place?"
"But Mrs. Freeman said——" she began.