Dorothy detached herself from Bridget's clinging arm, and ran quickly up the sloping lawn.
"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."
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"No, it was that wild Irish girl's doing. I really don't know what to do with her."
"I could not help myself," replied Dorothy. "You know, of course, Janet, what Bridget did last night?"
Bridget was evidently not blessed with the bump of order. Valuable rings and bracelets lay, some on the mantelpiece, some on the dressing table; ribbons, scarfs, handkerchiefs, littered the chairs, the chest of drawers, and even the bed. A stray stocking poked its foot obtrusively out of one of the over-packed drawers of the wardrobe. Photographs of friends and of scenery lay face downward on the mantelpiece, and kept company with Bridget's brushes and combs in her dressing-table drawer.
"Miss Collingwood," said Marshall, in a timid whisper, "might I say a word to you, miss?"
Mrs. Freeman and Miss Patience had driven away in a very smart carriage with a pair of horses to meet her.
What would the new girl be like? Was she rich or poor, handsome or ugly, tall or short, dark or fair? Why did she come in the middle of the term, and why did Mrs. Freeman, and Miss Delicia, and Miss Patience make such a fuss about her?