"No, my dear," replied the head mistress, in a rather icy voice, "I have never had the pleasure of visiting Ireland.""Love me," she pleaded; "do love me, for I love you."
She did not attempt to rise to her feet, however, and Mrs. Freeman was far too much absorbed to take any further notice of her.
When Mrs. Freeman told Bridget to go away and leave her, the Irish girl stopped playing with the tendrils of hair on Evelyn's forehead, and looked at her governess with a blank expression stealing over her face.She gave Bridget a great deal of sympathy, adjured her to eat, shook her head over her, and having gained a promise that a pair of long suède gloves should be added to the ribbons and Venetian beads, went away,[Pg 69] having quite made up her mind to take Bridget's part through thick and thin.
Bridget felt a wild desire to rush after Miss Patience, and defying all punishment and all commands, appear as usual in the dining room.
Mrs. Freeman could see them as she sat in her sitting room.The child's words were almost incoherent. Alice, who was not quite so excitable, began to pour out a queer story.
"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."Dorothy was beginning to whisper to her companion that all their excitement was safe to end in smoke, when the door at the farther end of the dining hall was softly pushed open, and a head of luxuriant nut-brown curling hair was popped in. Two roguish dark blue eyes looked down the long room—they greeted with an eager sort of delighted welcome each fresh girl face, and then the entire person of a tall, showily dressed girl entered.
When the servant answered her summons, she desired her to ask Miss O'Hara to come to her immediately.