Janet ran out of the room. Her heart was beating hard and fast. Should she tell Mrs. Freeman what Olive had just confided to her, that Bridget and a number of the smaller children of the school had rushed down the road to meet Evelyn, carrying boughs in their hands, and doubtless shouting loudly in their glee?"You can please yourself about that," said Miss Patience, in her calmest voice. She left the room, closing the door behind her.
"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."
"Shall I really—how unfortunate; but she doesn't look a bad-tempered woman, and what is there in wishing for fresh eggs? Stale eggs aren't wholesome."
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She was coming at mid-term, which in itself was rather exceptional.
Small girls are easily influenced, and Bridget and her tribe rushed down the avenue, shouting and whooping as they went.She entered the room, then, in a long white embroidered dress, looped up here, there, and everywhere with sky-blue ribbons. It was a charming toilet, and most becoming to its wearer, but absolutely unsuitable for schoolroom work.
"O Bridget!" exclaimed the little girls, starting back in affright."Let me go," said the head mistress.
"I certainly want you, Bridget. I am not in the habit of sending for my pupils if I don't wish to speak to them."
"I cannot go, Bridget. Mrs. Freeman would not give me leave, and she would be only annoyed at my making such a foolish proposition."
"You can please yourself about that," said Miss Patience, in her calmest voice. She left the room, closing the door behind her.