The room was something like a drawing room, with many easy-chairs and tables. Plenty of light streamed in from the lofty windows, and fell upon knickknacks and brackets, on flowers in pots—in short, on the many little possessions which each individual girl had brought to decorate her favorite room.
"As I was saying," began Janet——
"What is it, my dear?" The head mistress drew herself slightly up, and looked in some surprise at her pupil.
She was coming at mid-term, which in itself was rather exceptional."And now," she said, turning to her two sisters, "the question of questions is this: what is to be done with Bridget O'Hara? Is she to continue at Mulberry Court after such a daring act of disobedience? Must the safety of the other scholars be sacrificed to her?"
Rummy khel kar paise kaise kamaye
Janet turned away, and Olive was obliged to look out for a fresh companion to attach herself to.
She scrutinized Olive's face now, a slightly satirical expression hovering round her somewhat thin lips."No. You are to take off that unsuitable afternoon costume you are now wearing, and put on a neat print dress for your morning work."
"Oh, she's telling a story," whispered Olive under her breath. She settled herself contentedly to listen."My dear, I must tell you that I am a little anxious. Hickman took that shying horse, Caspar, to bring Evelyn home. I intended Miss Molly to have been sent for her. Dear Evelyn is still so nervous after her bad illness that I would not for the world have her startled in any way. And really, Caspar gets worse and worse. What is the matter, Janet? You have started now."
What would the new girl be like? Was she rich or poor, handsome or ugly, tall or short, dark or fair? Why did she come in the middle of the term, and why did Mrs. Freeman, and Miss Delicia, and Miss Patience make such a fuss about her?