Bridget moved restlessly. She looked out of the window. The sun was shining brilliantly, and the grass under the big shady trees looked particularly inviting.Dorothy Collingwood ran after Mrs. Freeman.
"And isn't she nice to-day?"
"Well, Marshall is unhappy about her," replied Dorothy. "She said that Bridget would not touch her dinner. I don't exactly know what Mrs. Freeman means to do about her, but the poor girl is a prisoner in Miss Patience's dull little sitting room for the present."
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As she was approaching the house she was met by Miss Delicia, who stopped to speak kindly to her.
"I must have a cupboard like that," said Biddy. "Why, it's perfectly delicious!"
"I have some more things to say. I must get you, Bridget, before you leave this room, to make a promise."