"I do, my love. But your truest happiness is not secured by giving you your own way in everything.""We'll all be delighted to have her again, of course," said Olive. "And is she really quite well, Miss Delicia?"Steps—several steps—were heard clattering up the stone stairs of the little tower, and two or three girls of the middle school, with roughly tossed heads and excited faces, burst upon the seclusion of the four sixth-form girls.
"How disagreeable! I can't live without flowers. I suppose papa will not expect me to stay if I don't like the place?"
After a little pause, during which neither mistress nor pupil spoke, the pupil raised her head.
"I can't eat anything, Marshall," said Bridget, shaking her head. "You are kind; I see by your face that you are very kind. When I'm let out of this horrid prison I'll give you some blue ribbon that I have upstairs, and a string of Venetian beads. I dare say you're fond of finery."[Pg 23]Bridget was sitting in the middle of the dusty road with a girl's head on her lap. The girl's figure was stretched out flat and motionless; her hat was off, and Bridget was pushing back some waves of fair hair from her temples.
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"Evelyn Percival. Doesn't it sound pretty?"The door was closed then, and Bridget O'Hara found herself alone.
"Faix, then, it does, honey. I'm all agog to see this lovely queen. Why has she been absent so long? Doesn't Mrs. Freeman require any lessons of the sweet creature? Oh, then, it's I that would like to be in her shoes, if that's the case.""Oh, but I hate self-denial, and that dreadful motto—'No cross, no crown.' I'm like a butterfly—I can't live without sunshine. Papa agrees with me that sunshine is necessary for life."
"Oh, good gra——! I mean, mercy Moses!"