"She's not learned, I admit," replied Olive, "but weak! no, she's not weak; no weak character could be so audacious, so fearless, so indifferent to her own ignorance."
"I know," echoed Janet, a queer angry light filling her eyes for a minute. "Oh, dear! oh, dear! What with our examinations and the Fancy Fair, and all this worry about the new girl, life scarcely seems worth living—it really doesn't."
She was in every sense of the word an untamed creature; she was like a wild bird who had just been caught and put into a cage.
"When will that be?""Bridget, my dear, before you come into the schoolroom I must request that you go upstairs and change your dress.""And isn't she nice to-day?"
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Oh, yes, she ought to tell; and yet—and yet——"You deny that she's weak," repeated Janet. "I wonder what your idea of strength is, Olive."
A fashionable watering-place called Eastcliff was situated about a mile from Mulberry Court, the old-fashioned house, with the old-world gardens, where the schoolgirls lived. There were about fifty of them in all, and they had to confess that although Mulberry Court was undoubtedly school, yet those who lived in the house and played in the gardens, and had merry games and races on the seashore, enjoyed a specially good time which they would be glad to think of by and by.
They were both undressing when she entered the room this evening, but the moment she appeared they rushed to her and began an eager torrent of words.
She looked at her friend with a cool, critical eye.
An audible titter was heard down the table, and Mrs. Freeman turned somewhat red.
CHAPTER VI. CAPTIVITY.