"I cannot go, Bridget. Mrs. Freeman would not give me leave, and she would be only annoyed at my making such a foolish proposition."
"Oh, miss, it's that poor dear young lady."
"No. You are to take off that unsuitable afternoon costume you are now wearing, and put on a neat print dress for your morning work."
"She was interceding for Bridget," said Dorothy.Should she run away altogether? Should she walk to Eastcliff and take the next train to London, and then, trusting to chance, and to the kindness of strangers, endeavor to find her way back to the dear and loving shores of the old country, and so back again to the beloved home?
No, there was nothing to be alarmed about. Evelyn was too silly, with her nerves and her fads. Janet stood by the bend of the hill. Her thoughts were so busy that she scarcely troubled herself to listen for the approaching carriage.
Bridget could certainly not return home without money.
"Did you want me, Mrs. Freeman?" she said, in her lazy, rich, somewhat impertinent voice.