A fashionable watering-place called Eastcliff was situated about a mile from Mulberry Court, the old-fashioned house, with the old-world gardens, where the schoolgirls lived. There were about fifty of them in all, and they had to confess that although Mulberry Court was undoubtedly school, yet those who lived in the house and played in the gardens, and had merry games and races on the seashore, enjoyed a specially good time which they would be glad to think of by and by.
"Change my dress! Now I really don't understand you. Am I to come down in my dressing-gown?""I know we've all been awfully naughty, but we didn't think Caspar would mind the boughs. He turned sharp round and something happened to the wheels of the carriage—and—and—oh, Mrs. Freeman, do come. I think Evelyn must be dead, she's lying so still.""Did you speak?" asked Miss May in her coldest tones.
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Mrs. Freeman and Miss Patience had driven away in a very smart carriage with a pair of horses to meet her.
Mrs. Freeman could not help uttering a faint, inward sigh.
"She was interceding for Bridget," said Dorothy.
"Yes, my dear, what is it?"
All that could possibly happen would be a little fright for Evelyn, and a larger measure of disgrace for Bridget. And why should Janet interfere? Why should she tell tales of her schoolfellows? Her story would be misinterpreted by that faction of the girls who already had made Bridget their idol.