Mrs. Freeman went over and drew back the curtains."New girl!" exclaimed Katie, "why, she's about the very oldest girl in the school—the oldest and the nicest. She's the head of the school. We call her our queen. She's not like you, Biddy, of course; but she's very nice—awfully nice!""Hark! Stop talking!" said Mrs. Freeman.Ruth and Olive slept in the back part of the room. They had a cubicle each, of course, but they had not Dorothy's taste, and their little bedrooms had a dowdy effect beside hers.
"He'll be sorry he sent me; he'll be sorry he listened to Aunt Kathleen," she said to herself.
"Oh, how very funny—how—how unpleasant. Did you tell papa about that when he arranged to send me here?""You know perfectly well what I mean," she answered; "you know who the enemy is—at least you know who is your enemy."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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"Poor darling!" said Olive, in a sympathetic tone. "I thought I'd tell you, Janet, that whatever happened I'd take your part."
"And isn't she nice to-day?"
"I don't believe she's a new schoolgirl at all," cried Ruth; "she's just a visitor come to stay for a day or two with Mrs. Freeman. No schoolgirl that ever[Pg 6] breathed would dare to present such a young lady, grown-up appearance. There, girls, don't let's waste any more time over her; let's turn our attention to the much more important matter of the Fancy Fair."
A loud booming sound filled the air.