After a little pause, during which neither mistress nor pupil spoke, the pupil raised her head.
Small girls are easily influenced, and Bridget and her tribe rushed down the avenue, shouting and whooping as they went."Yes, what a loud, metallic sound! We have such a dear old eight-day clock at the Castle; it's said to be quite a hundred years old, and I'm certain it's haunted. My dear Dolly, to hear that clock boom forth the hour at midnight would make the stoutest heart quail."
"Now, Marshall, what is it? How fussy and important you look!"
Mrs. Freeman got up, and sounded an electric bell in the wall."And what's the darling's name?" asked Bridget.
"Change my dress! Now I really don't understand you. Am I to come down in my dressing-gown?"Dorothy suppressed a faint sigh, took her companion's plump hand, and continued the tour of investigation.
"But I'm all right to-day," said Evelyn, in her bright voice. "I don't feel any bad effects whatever from my accident. I can't think why I was so stupid as to faint, and give you a fright. I ought really to have more control over my nerves."
"You have a perfect mania for those children, Dorothy," exclaimed Olive. "I call it an impertinence on their parts to worry themselves about sixth-form girls. What's the matter, Janet? Why that contraction of your angel brow?"
"I'm sick of the new girl," said Janet; "if you are going to talk about her I shall go into the house; I want to look over my French preparation. M. le Comte is coming to-morrow morning, and he is so frightfully over-particular that I own I'm a little afraid of him."
"I'm here, Dolly," she said, in her rather wistful manner.