"No, no; what nonsense you talk! What is there to be frightened about? Do go; I can't learn this difficult French poetry while you keep staring at me!"
"Oh, let me look; do let me look!" cried Ruth, while Olive and Janet both pressed eagerly forward.
Marshall, with all her silliness, was a shrewd observer of character. Had the girl in disgrace been Janet May or Dorothy Collingwood, she would have known far better than to presume to address her; but Bridget was on very familiar terms with her old nurse and with many of the other servants at home, and it seemed quite reasonable to her that Marshall should speak sympathetic words.Miss Delicia hurried on, intent on some housewifely mission, and Olive entering the house went down a long stone passage which led to the sixth form schoolroom.[Pg 18]
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"I expect I shan't be allowed to talk at all."
"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."
Biddy turned, arrested in her gay flight from rosebush to rosebush."Oh, lor, miss, you're too good, but there's that bell again; I must run this minute."
Olive Moore belonged to the toadying faction in the school. Toadies, however, can be useful, and Janet was by no means above making use of Olive in case of need.