"Oh, miss, it's that poor dear young lady.""But you look queer. Are you frightened about anything?"
Bridget's face turned very white. She looked wildly toward the door, then at the window.The doctor had come to see Evelyn, had pronounced her whole in limb, and not as much shaken by her fall out of her carriage as might have been expected. After prescribing a day in bed, and all absence of excitement, he went away, promising to look in again in a few days.
Bridget could certainly not return home without money."I don't think I ought to listen to you, Bridget."All the other girls in the school tried to be good when Evelyn was by, not because she would reproach them, but because she had a certain way about her which made goodness so attractive that they were forced to follow it.
"What is it, my dear?" The head mistress drew herself slightly up, and looked in some surprise at her pupil.
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.
Other new girls had arrived, and only the faintest rumors had got out about them beforehand.