"It's all my fault, Mrs. Freeman," said Bridget O'Hara, looking up with a tear-stained face at her [Pg 50]governess. "I made the children come, and I made them cut the branches off the trees, and we ran, and shouted as we ran. I didn't think it would do any harm, it was all a joke, and to welcome her, for they said she was the queen, but no one is to blame in all the wide world but me.""My dear," she said, "I cannot grant your request. You have been sent to me by your father. He wishes you to stay here as long as you are well in body. You are quite well, Bridget; you must therefore make up your mind, whether you like school or whether you hate it, to remain here until the end of the term."
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.
A flash of self-pity filled her eyes, but there was some consolation in reflecting on the fact that no one could force her to eat against her will.
"I'd make it up if I was you, miss," she said.Her attempts were extremely good, but when it came to laboriously struggling through her written score, all was hopeless confusion, tears, and despair.Dorothy suppressed a faint sigh, took her companion's plump hand, and continued the tour of investigation.
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"What?" said Katie, her eyes growing big with fascination and alarm."Oh, how very funny—how—how unpleasant. Did you tell papa about that when he arranged to send me here?"
Mrs. Freeman and Miss Patience had driven away in a very smart carriage with a pair of horses to meet her."What is that?"The door was closed then, and Bridget O'Hara found herself alone.
"Pardon me for disturbing you," she said; "I did not know anyone was in the schoolroom at present."