"Yes, my dear, what is it?""My conduct? What have I done?"
The next morning, after breakfast, Mrs. Freeman went upstairs to sit with her favorite Evelyn.As she was approaching the house she was met by Miss Delicia, who stopped to speak kindly to her.
"Oh, how very funny—how—how unpleasant. Did you tell papa about that when he arranged to send me here?"
"She was interceding for Bridget," said Dorothy."Oh, but I hate self-denial, and that dreadful motto—'No cross, no crown.' I'm like a butterfly—I can't live without sunshine. Papa agrees with me that sunshine is necessary for life."
She saw the wild landscape, the steep gravel path[Pg 26] which overhung the lake, the old squire with his white hair, and tall but slightly bent figure, pacing up and down, smoking his pipe and surrounded by his dogs. Dorothy fancied how, on most summer evenings, Bridget, impetuous, eager, and beautiful, walked by his side. She wondered how he had brought himself to part with her. She gave a little sigh as she shut the picture away from her mind, and as she laid her head on her pillow, she resolved to be very kind to the new girl."Now, Marshall, what is it? How fussy and important you look!"
"Spare me, my dear. I really am in too great a hurry to hear a list of your wardrobe. Is it possible that your father sent you to school with all that heap of finery, and nothing sensible to wear?"
"I must say one thing," replied Olive, "and then I will turn to a more congenial theme. I hope Evelyn Percival won't take Miss O'Hara's part. You know, Janet, what strong prejudices Evelyn has."