It really was too absurd. Janet could not help fidgeting almost audibly."Are you there, Janet?" said Mrs. Freeman. "Go into the house, and ask Miss Patience to follow me down the road. And see that someone goes for Dr. Hart. Alice, you can come back with me. The rest of the little girls are to go into the playroom, and to stay there until I come to them.""It is delightful to have you back again," said Mrs. Freeman, bending over her pupil and kissing her. "And really, Evelyn, you look almost well. Oh, my dear child, what a fright I got about you last night."
CHAPTER V. BREAKING IN A WILD COLT.
Mrs. Freeman breathed a sigh of relief.
Dorothy was beginning to whisper to her companion that all their excitement was safe to end in smoke, when the door at the farther end of the dining hall was softly pushed open, and a head of luxuriant nut-brown curling hair was popped in. Two roguish dark blue eyes looked down the long room—they greeted with an eager sort of delighted welcome each fresh girl face, and then the entire person of a tall, showily dressed girl entered."Janet!""I never knew before that I had an enemy," said Janet, in her guarded voice.
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"Well, well," interrupted Janet impatiently, "have your own way, Olive. Make that tiresome, disagreeable girl a female Hercules if you fancy, only cease to talk about her. That is all I have to beg."
As she cut the blossoms off, she flung them into her white skirt, which she had raised in front for the purpose. Now, as she ran to meet Mrs. Freeman, the skirt tumbled down, and the roses—red, white, and crimson—fell on the ground at her feet.Olive left the room with slow, unwilling footsteps, and Janet bent her head over the copy of Molière she was studying."Pain and anxiety! I like that! You are just angry with me—that's about all!"
"I hate school," she said. "I want to go back to the Castle. Can I go to-day?"
"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.
As she was approaching the house she was met by Miss Delicia, who stopped to speak kindly to her.
Dorothy detached herself from Bridget's clinging arm, and ran quickly up the sloping lawn.