In all her life Bridget had never been cut before.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.She stood for a minute or two, then walked slowly back to the window, out of which her schoolmistress leaned.
"You shall see the girls one at a time in your room, darling, for whether you feel well or not, the doctor wishes you to remain quiet to-day."
"I cannot go, Bridget. Mrs. Freeman would not give me leave, and she would be only annoyed at my making such a foolish proposition."
Mrs. Freeman took her unwilling hand, led her into Miss Patience's dull little sitting room, which only[Pg 63] looked out upon the back yard, and, shutting the door behind her, left her to her own meditations."I feel quite well," replied Evelyn, "quite well, and disinclined to stay in bed. I want to get up and see all my friends. You don't know how I have been looking forward to this."
Bridget slipped her hand into her pocket, and pulled out an exquisitely embossed vinaigrette.Small girls are easily influenced, and Bridget and her tribe rushed down the avenue, shouting and whooping as they went.
"But Mrs. Freeman said——"