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."There, thank Heaven, I haven't killed her!" exclaimed Bridget."I don't mind your kissing me, Bridget, only does not it seem a little soon—I have not known you many minutes yet?""You have too good taste to like her, Olive, but do let us talk about something more interesting. How are you getting on with that table cover for the fair?"
"Well," said Janet, "if you insist on spoiling everything, girls, you must. You know what Evelyn is."
"Don't you hear the clock?" exclaimed Dorothy, unconscious relief coming into her tones.
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"I think I understand you, Dorothy," said Mrs. Freeman. "Kiss me!"
A couple of maids had been seen carrying a new trunk upstairs, or old Piper had been discovered crawling down the avenue with his shaky cab, and shakier horse, and then the new girl had appeared at tea-time and been formally introduced, and if she were shy had got over it as best she could, and had soon discovered her place in class, and there was an end of the matter.Dorothy detached herself from Bridget's clinging arm, and ran quickly up the sloping lawn."But why will you dislike our dear Evelyn?"
"That's as bad as the other expression, Bridget."
"Pain and anxiety! I like that! You are just angry with me—that's about all!"
"Good gracious me!" exclaimed Bridget O'Hara, "am I to be dumb during breakfast, dinner, and tea? I don't know a word of German. Why, I'll die if I can't chatter. It's a way we have in Ireland. We must talk."
"I know we've all been awfully naughty, but we didn't think Caspar would mind the boughs. He turned sharp round and something happened to the wheels of the carriage—and—and—oh, Mrs. Freeman, do come. I think Evelyn must be dead, she's lying so still."