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There was a sound, a commotion. Several steps were heard; eager voices were raised in expostulation and distress.

"You shall see the girls one at a time in your room, darling, for whether you feel well or not, the doctor wishes you to remain quiet to-day."What would the new girl be like? Was she rich or poor, handsome or ugly, tall or short, dark or fair? Why did she come in the middle of the term, and why did Mrs. Freeman, and Miss Delicia, and Miss Patience make such a fuss about her?"No, no; what nonsense you talk! What is there to be frightened about? Do go; I can't learn this difficult French poetry while you keep staring at me!"

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CHAPTER V. BREAKING IN A WILD COLT."Don't you hear the clock?" exclaimed Dorothy, unconscious relief coming into her tones."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!"

The girls took their places at the table—grace was said, and the meal began."Evelyn Percival. Doesn't it sound pretty?"

"I'm very busy, Olive; I wish you'd go away!"

While Janet was speaking, Dorothy, who had refused to seat herself in the armchair assigned to her, and whose clear, bright blue eyes were roving eagerly all over the beautiful summer landscape, exclaimed in an eager voice:

Bridget O'Hara's clear blue eyes were opened a little, wider apart.