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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."What poor dear young lady?"

"No, not very. The younger girls were fond of me, and Dorothy Collingwood was nice."

"I don't mind your kissing me, Bridget, only does not it seem a little soon—I have not known you many minutes yet?""Yes, you will. You'll soon learn to control your tongue and to speak in a ladylike way.""There is nothing whatever for it," murmured Mrs. Freeman; "I must punish the poor child in a way she will really feel. If this fails, and I cannot break her in[Pg 57] before the end of the term, I must ask her father to remove her."It really was too absurd. Janet could not help fidgeting almost audibly.

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"Pain and anxiety! I like that! You are just angry with me—that's about all!""But, my dear child, our hearts are not cold. I assure you, Bridget, I am most anxious to win your love, and so also is Dorothy Collingwood.""She was interceding for Bridget," said Dorothy.

Mrs. Freeman could scarcely restrain her impatience.

"Why, Dorothy Collingwood; she has gone over to the ranks of the enemy."