Ruth Bury was short and dark, but Janet May, her companion, was extremely slim and fair. She would have been a pretty girl but for the somewhat disagreeable expression of her face."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.""Oh, don't I!" said Janet, stamping her small foot.Although the booming sound of the great gong filled the air, the supper to which the head girls of the school were now going was a very simple affair. It consisted of milk placed in great jugs at intervals down the long table, of fruit both cooked and uncooked, and large plates of bread and butter.
"Did you speak?" asked Miss May in her coldest tones.
"Oh! hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! What will my dear dad say when I tell him that? Biddy O'Hara seventeen! Don't I wish I were! Oh, the lovely balls I'd be going to if those were my years! Now, another guess. It's your turn now—you, little brown one there—I haven't caught your name, darling. Is it Anne or Mary? Most girls are called either Anne or Mary."
Biddy turned, arrested in her gay flight from rosebush to rosebush."I must break you in gradually, dear," she said. "As this is your first day at school you need not do any lessons, but you must come with me presently to the schoolroom in order that I may find out something about your attainments."
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"It is a covered wagon," said Janet. "I see it quite plainly. There is no carriage at all in view, Mrs. Freeman."
"Don't you hear the clock?" exclaimed Dorothy, unconscious relief coming into her tones."You are not to pick flowers, Miss O'Hara; it is against the rules of the school."The children disappeared in as frantic haste to be off as they were a few minutes ago to arrive.
CHAPTER I. CURIOSITY.