"There, thank Heaven, I haven't killed her!" exclaimed Bridget."I'm afraid I have no more time to show you any of the house this evening," answered Janet. "The common room is very much the shape of this one, only without the desks. I have some of my studies to look over, so I must wish you good-evening.""What is it, my dear?" The head mistress drew herself slightly up, and looked in some surprise at her pupil.
"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."
She scrutinized Olive's face now, a slightly satirical expression hovering round her somewhat thin lips.There was a plaintive note in the girl's voice, a wistful expression in her eyes, which went straight to Dorothy's kind heart.
"But we are not allowed to cut the boughs, Bridget," said Katie.
"What is it, my dear?" The head mistress drew herself slightly up, and looked in some surprise at her pupil.
She went downstairs and entered her own private sitting room. It was now half-past eleven o'clock, and morning school was over. The weather was too hot for regular walks, and the girls were disporting themselves according to their own will and pleasure on the lawns and in the beautiful grounds which surrounded the school.
"If I had only some smelling salts," she began.