Marshall departed, and Bridget lifted the cover from her plate and looked at the nice hot lamb and green peas."My attainments! Good gracious, I haven't any!""Do, my love, and call to me if you do. I would not have that dear girl frightened for the world. I am more vexed than I can say with Hickman."
"But Mrs. Freeman said——" she began.
"I don't think I shall like school," she said, "but I'll do anything you wish me to do, dearest Dorothy."
There was a sound, a commotion. Several steps were heard; eager voices were raised in expostulation and distress.
Referral and earn.
"Let's run down the road, then, and give her a welcome," said Bridget. "In Ireland we'd take the horses off the carriage, and draw her home ourselves. Of course, we can't do that, but we might go to meet her, waving branches of trees, and we might raise a hearty shout when we saw her coming. Come along, girls—what a lark! I'll show you how we do this sort of thing in old Ireland! Come! we'll cut down boughs as we go along. Come! be quick, be quick!""Am I ever hard to my pupils, my love?"
"Well, Dolly, have you got rid of that horrible incubus of a girl at last? What a trial she will be in the school! She's the most ill-bred creature I ever met in my life. What can Mrs. Freeman mean by taking her in? Of course, she cannot even pretend to be a lady.""You are not to pick flowers, Miss O'Hara; it is against the rules of the school.""Not for over a month?"
"Thank God for that, my darling," said Mrs. Freeman. She put her arm round the young girl, kissed her tenderly, and drew her away from Bridget.