Mrs. Freeman got up, and sounded an electric bell in the wall."She has been ill, Biddy," said Violet. "Evelyn has been ill, but she is better now; she's coming back to-night. We are all glad, for we all love her."It was in some such fashion that the world spoke to Bridget O'Hara on this special summer's morning.
"I don't mind your kissing me, Bridget, only does not it seem a little soon—I have not known you many minutes yet?"
She stood wavering with her own conscience. Caspar was nervous, but he was not vicious."Oh, my dear, ought you not to be asleep?" exclaimed Miss Patience in thin, anxious tones from the other end of the board, while Miss Delicia ran up to the girl and took one of her dimpled white hands in hers.
rummy glee hack
"Thanks!" she repeated again. "If I want your help I'll ask for it, Olive. I'm going into the house now, for I really must get on with my preparation."
She had read for nearly an hour when the door of the room opened, and Miss Patience came in. Miss Patience was an excellent woman, but she took severe views of life; she emphatically believed in the young being trained; she thought well of punishments, and pined for the good old days when children were taught to make way for their elders, and not—as in the present degenerate times—to expect their elders to make way for them. Miss Patience just nodded toward Bridget, and, sitting beside a high desk, took out an account book and opened it. Miss O'Hara felt more uncomfortable than ever when Miss Patience came into the room; her book ceased to entertain her, and the walls of her prison seemed to get narrower. She fidgeted on her chair, and jumped up several times to look out of the window. There was nothing of the least interest, however, going on in the yard at that moment. Presently she beat an impatient tattoo on the glass with her fingers.
"Yes, my love, or she would not be returning."Ruth and Olive slept in the back part of the room. They had a cubicle each, of course, but they had not Dorothy's taste, and their little bedrooms had a dowdy effect beside hers.[Pg 38]
"Oh, papa'll pay that! Don't you fret about that, Mrs. Freeman; the dear old dad will settle it. He quite loves writing checks!"
"No, Bridget, you are to stay here; your dinner will be brought to you." Bridget flushed crimson.
"Well," said Janet, "if you insist on spoiling everything, girls, you must. You know what Evelyn is."
The carriage lay smashed a couple of hundred yards from the gates of the avenue.