After two or three applications the injured girl stirred faintly, a shade of color came into her cheeks, and she opened her eyes.
The child's words were almost incoherent. Alice, who was not quite so excitable, began to pour out a queer story.
"I can't help it, my dear; I'm honest, whatever I am."These remarks usually turned the tables against Janet May, but they also had another effect. She began to be sparing of her sharp, unkind words in Bridget's hearing. This, however, did not prevent her hating the new girl with the most cordial hatred she had ever yet bestowed upon anyone.
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A titter ran down the table at these remarks; Mrs. Freeman bent to pick up her pocket handkerchief, and Miss Delicia, rushing to Bridget's side, began to whisper vigorously in her ear.
"Poor old dear! But wanting Biddy O'Hara to do a thing, and making her do it, are two very different matters. I'll go to bed when I'm tired—papa never expected me to go earlier at home. I declare I feel quite cheerful again now that I have got to know you, Dorothy. Janet is not at all to my taste, but you are. What a pretty name you have, and you have an awfully sweet expression—such a dear, loving kind of look in your eyes. Would you mind very much if I gave you a hug?"Olive left the room with slow, unwilling footsteps, and Janet bent her head over the copy of Molière she was studying."Yes, but at what?""I certainly want you, Bridget. I am not in the habit of sending for my pupils if I don't wish to speak to them."
"Come into the schoolroom with me," said Mrs. Freeman. She was wondering how it would be possible for her to keep Bridget O'Hara in her school."What about Evelyn?" inquired Dorothy.
"You shall see the girls one at a time in your room, darling, for whether you feel well or not, the doctor wishes you to remain quiet to-day."
The door was closed then, and Bridget O'Hara found herself alone.