"Now, my dear child, will you come into the house with me? I ought to be in the schoolroom now.""I feel quite well," replied Evelyn, "quite well, and disinclined to stay in bed. I want to get up and see all my friends. You don't know how I have been looking forward to this."
She was coming at mid-term, which in itself was rather exceptional.
"I don't think I ought to listen to you, Bridget.""Hurrah! Hurrah! Supper!" she cried. "Your committee must keep, Janet. Now for the satisfaction of rampant, raging curiosity. Dolly, will you race me to the house?"
Janet did not say any more. She bent forward, ostensibly to renew her studies, in reality to hide a jealous feeling which surged up in her heart.
"Well," said Janet, "what did that impertinent servant want? I hope you showed her her place, Dorothy? The idea of her presuming to stop us when we were so busy!""Change my dress! Now I really don't understand you. Am I to come down in my dressing-gown?"
The girls were leaving the dining room while these thoughts were flashing through Marshall's mind. Dorothy and Janet May were walking side by side.
For some reason her companions, both old and young in the school, had taken upon themselves to cut her.
"I do, my love. But your truest happiness is not secured by giving you your own way in everything."