Bridget O'Hara's clear blue eyes were opened a little, wider apart.
"Thanks!" said Janet calmly.
"I don't think I ought to listen to you, Bridget.""Oh, if you take it up in that way," said Olive; but her words had a faint sound about them—she was a girl who was easily impressed either for good or evil.
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"I am sorry for you also, my dear. I earnestly desire that you should be a good girl, for the girl is the mother of the woman, and a good girl makes that admirable and priceless treasure—a good woman by and by."
"Good gracious, why, that's weeks off! I can't live without flowers for weeks! Look here, Mrs. Freeman; is there not to be an exception made for me? Papa said, when I was coming here, that my happiness was to be the first thing considered. Don't you agree with him? Don't you wish me to be very, very happy?"When Mrs. Freeman told Bridget to go away and leave her, the Irish girl stopped playing with the tendrils of hair on Evelyn's forehead, and looked at her governess with a blank expression stealing over her face.
"Yes, my dear, what is it?""I don't mean that, miss; I mean that perhaps you'd talk to Miss Bridget, and persuade her to do whatever Mrs. Freeman says is right. I don't know what that is, of course, but you has a very kind way, Miss Dorothy,[Pg 71] and ef you would speak to Miss O'Hara, maybe she'd listen to you."
Olive left the room with slow, unwilling footsteps, and Janet bent her head over the copy of Molière she was studying.
"Well, I'm here," she said; "what is it?" She still used that half-mocking, indifferent voice.
"Do try not to make such a fool of yourself," repeated Janet, angrily, in her ear.