Bridget was evidently not blessed with the bump of order. Valuable rings and bracelets lay, some on the mantelpiece, some on the dressing table; ribbons, scarfs, handkerchiefs, littered the chairs, the chest of drawers, and even the bed. A stray stocking poked its foot obtrusively out of one of the over-packed drawers of the wardrobe. Photographs of friends and of scenery lay face downward on the mantelpiece, and kept company with Bridget's brushes and combs in her dressing-table drawer."Yes, yes, I know," replied Janet, with a sneer; "she did something which shook the nerves of our beloved favorite. Had anyone else given Miss Percival her little fright, I could have forgiven her!"
Teen Patti Me Paise Kaise kamaye
[Pg 53]"Not for over a month?"Oh, yes, she ought to tell; and yet—and yet——
"I don't think I ought to listen to you, Bridget."
In all her life Bridget had never been cut before.
"Oh, lor, miss, you're too good, but there's that bell again; I must run this minute."