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The door was closed then, and Bridget O'Hara found herself alone."Now, my dear child, will you come into the house with me? I ought to be in the schoolroom now."

"Pain and anxiety! I like that! You are just angry with me—that's about all!"Ruth Bury was short and dark, but Janet May, her companion, was extremely slim and fair. She would have been a pretty girl but for the somewhat disagreeable expression of her face.

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"Yes; you have got to earn it first, however," replied Miss Collingwood, slipping back the pale green panel with a dexterous movement."Miss Collingwood," said Marshall, in a timid whisper, "might I say a word to you, miss?""What is that?"

"Bridget, my dear, before you come into the schoolroom I must request that you go upstairs and change your dress."The child's words were almost incoherent. Alice, who was not quite so excitable, began to pour out a queer story.

"Well," said Janet, "if you insist on spoiling everything, girls, you must. You know what Evelyn is."

Janet was there, busily preparing her French lesson for M. le Comte. She was a very ambitious girl, and was determined to carry off as many prizes as possible at the coming midsummer examinations. She scarcely raised her eyes when Olive appeared.

Bridget stood and watched her. Olive kept a little apart, and the smaller girls clustered close together, watching their new friend's face with interest and admiration.