"Dolly, I will clap my hands over your rosebud lips[Pg 22] if you utter another word. Come, and let us sit in this deep window-seat and be happy. Would you like to know what papa is doing at the Castle now?"
Bridget stood by the window, but she heard none of these soothing sounds. Her spoilt, childish heart was in the most open state of rebellion and revolt.
"I suppose I may go," she said, "if that's all you have got to say?""Oh, never mind about bed—I'm not the least sleepy."
"I hate school," she said. "I want to go back to the Castle. Can I go to-day?"
While Janet was speaking, Dorothy, who had refused to seat herself in the armchair assigned to her, and whose clear, bright blue eyes were roving eagerly all over the beautiful summer landscape, exclaimed in an eager voice:
She stood wavering with her own conscience. Caspar was nervous, but he was not vicious.
"And you also dislike poor Bridget? I can't imagine why you take such strong prejudices."