In consequence she was popular, with that mild sort of popularity which is bestowed upon the people who are all patience and have no faculty for inspiring fear.Dorothy Collingwood ran after Mrs. Freeman.
She looked at her friend with a cool, critical eye.
"How disagreeable! I can't live without flowers. I suppose papa will not expect me to stay if I don't like the place?"
"Change my dress! Now I really don't understand you. Am I to come down in my dressing-gown?"Mrs. Freeman went over and drew back the curtains.Biddy turned, arrested in her gay flight from rosebush to rosebush."Please wait one moment, Mrs. Freeman."
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"Let's run down the road, then, and give her a welcome," said Bridget. "In Ireland we'd take the horses off the carriage, and draw her home ourselves. Of course, we can't do that, but we might go to meet her, waving branches of trees, and we might raise a hearty shout when we saw her coming. Come along, girls—what a lark! I'll show you how we do this sort of thing in old Ireland! Come! we'll cut down boughs as we go along. Come! be quick, be quick!"
Mrs. Freeman and Miss Patience had driven away in a very smart carriage with a pair of horses to meet her."Don't do that, Bridget," said Miss Patience; "you are disturbing me."
[Pg 61]All this time Miss Percival, the head girl of the school, was absent. She had been ill, and had gone home for a short change. She did not return until Bridget had been at the Court a fortnight.
Dorothy went into her own little cubicle, drew her white dimity walls tight, and, standing before the window, looked out at the summer landscape.
"It is delightful to have you back again," said Mrs. Freeman, bending over her pupil and kissing her. "And really, Evelyn, you look almost well. Oh, my dear child, what a fright I got about you last night."