By and by doubtless the poor bird would be taught to develop his notes into something richer and rarer than nature had made them, but the process would be painful. Bridget was like the bird, and she was beating her poor little wings now against her cage.
She never came into a room without exercising in a silent, unobtrusive, very gentle way, a marked effect for good."You can watch the sea from your bed, my dear," she said, "and I will send Dorothy to sit with you after[Pg 55] morning school. Now I want to ask you if you can give any idea of how the accident occurred?"
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Dorothy shared the same bedroom as Ruth and Olive. Each girl, however, had a compartment to herself, railed in by white dimity curtains, which she could draw or not as she pleased. Dorothy's compartment was the best in the room; it contained a large window looking out over the flower garden, and commanding a good view of the sea. She was very particular about her pretty cubicle, and kept it fresh with flowers, which stood in brackets against the walls.
"You deny that she's weak," repeated Janet. "I wonder what your idea of strength is, Olive."Dorothy Collingwood ran after Mrs. Freeman.
"The dogs?" asked Dorothy, interested in spite of herself.Oh, yes, she ought to tell; and yet—and yet——
Mrs. Freeman could not help uttering a faint, inward sigh.
"Oh, I am sorry!"