Mrs. Freeman breathed a sigh of relief.
"And if she happens to fancy Bridget she won't mind[Pg 40] a word we say against her. She never does mind what anyone says. You know that, Janet."
Evelyn Percival was one of the few girls in the school who was privileged to have a room to herself. Her little room was prettily draped in white and pink. It was called the Pink Room, and adjoined the Blue Room, which was occupied by Bridget O'Hara.She was not present, however, and did not, indeed, put in an appearance in the breakfast room until the meal was half over.
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She stepped out of the open window, and walked rapidly across the wide gravel sweep."He will expect you to stay until the end of the term."
"I'm afraid I have no more time to show you any of the house this evening," answered Janet. "The common room is very much the shape of this one, only without the desks. I have some of my studies to look over, so I must wish you good-evening."
Janet was the heart and soul of everything. She was a girl with a great deal of independence of character; she was not destitute of ambition—she was remarkable for common sense—she was sharp in her manner, downright in her words, and capable, painstaking, and energetic in all she did.
She was in every sense of the word an untamed creature; she was like a wild bird who had just been caught and put into a cage.