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The door was opened, and a neatly dressed servant of the name of Marshall entered, bearing a dinner tray."I don't think I ought to listen to you, Bridget."

"Janet, I wish you would not speak in that bitter way."

"I feel quite well," replied Evelyn, "quite well, and disinclined to stay in bed. I want to get up and see all my friends. You don't know how I have been looking forward to this.""How solemnly you speak," said Bridget, tears [Pg 32]coming slowly up and filling her eyes. "Is that a sermon? It makes me feel as if someone were walking over my grave. Why do you say things of that sort? I'm superstitious, you know. I'm very easily impressed. You oughtn't to do it—you oughtn't to frighten a stranger when she has just come over to your hard, cold sort of country."

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"I don't mind your kissing me, Bridget, only does not it seem a little soon—I have not known you many minutes yet?"

Bridget's face turned very white. She looked wildly toward the door, then at the window.There was little use, therefore, in rushing out of her prison to join her companions in their playground or on the shore.

"My conduct? What have I done?""Come, my dears," said Miss Patience to the girls[Pg 29] near her, "let us lose no more valuable time. Please don't scrape your chair in that atrocious way, Alice. Rose, what a poke! Susie, hold back your shoulders. Now, young ladies, come to the schoolroom quietly; quietly, if you please."

The smaller girls chatted volubly about the matter, and little Violet Temple, aged ten, and of course one of the small girls, so far forgot herself as to run up to[Pg 3] Dorothy Collingwood, clasp her hand affectionately round the tall girl's arm, and whisper in her impetuous, eager way: