Dorothy was beginning to whisper to her companion that all their excitement was safe to end in smoke, when the door at the farther end of the dining hall was softly pushed open, and a head of luxuriant nut-brown curling hair was popped in. Two roguish dark blue eyes looked down the long room—they greeted with an eager sort of delighted welcome each fresh girl face, and then the entire person of a tall, showily dressed girl entered.CHAPTER IV. THE QUEEN OF THE SCHOOL.[Pg 66]
It was in some such fashion that the world spoke to Bridget O'Hara on this special summer's morning.
Olive left the room with slow, unwilling footsteps, and Janet bent her head over the copy of Molière she was studying.
"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.""But you look queer. Are you frightened about anything?"
Marshall had to be comforted with this rather dubious speech, and Dorothy ran on to join Janet."But you look queer. Are you frightened about anything?"
"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?"
"Then go and ask, darling. Find Mrs. Freeman, and ask her; it's so easily done."