"You know perfectly well what I mean," she answered; "you know who the enemy is—at least you know who is your enemy."
"No, no; what nonsense you talk! What is there to be frightened about? Do go; I can't learn this difficult French poetry while you keep staring at me!"
Small girls are easily influenced, and Bridget and her tribe rushed down the avenue, shouting and whooping as they went.She leant back, therefore, in her chair and reflected with a sad sort of pleasure on the sorrow which her father would feel when he learnt that she had almost died of hunger and exhaustion at this cruel school.
"Well, Marshall, I'll see what I can do. I must join Miss May now, for we have something important to decide, but I won't forget your words."
"We have lost her," said Olive, with a sigh.
Bridget was sitting in the middle of the dusty road with a girl's head on her lap. The girl's figure was stretched out flat and motionless; her hat was off, and Bridget was pushing back some waves of fair hair from her temples.
The governess took it without a word, and opening it applied it to Evelyn's nostrils.