For some reason her companions, both old and young in the school, had taken upon themselves to cut her."Run back to your companions this minute, miss," said Olive Moore. "You're getting to be a perfect tittle-tattle, Violet. There, I'm not angry, child, but you must learn not to talk about everything you see."
"No, I can't do that; we have to obey rules at school, and one of our strictest rules is that no girl is to leave her own bedroom without special permission."
"Change my dress! Now I really don't understand you. Am I to come down in my dressing-gown?"
"Bridget, my dear, before you come into the schoolroom I must request that you go upstairs and change your dress."
It was in some such fashion that the world spoke to Bridget O'Hara on this special summer's morning.
There was little use, therefore, in rushing out of her prison to join her companions in their playground or on the shore."Oh, what a wicked girl you are," said Mrs. Freeman, roused out of her customary gentle manner by the sight of Evelyn's motionless form. "I can't speak to you at this moment, Bridget O'Hara; go away, leave Evelyn to me. Evelyn, my darling, look at me, speak to me—say you are not hurt!""But your castle isn't half a mile big," said Katie, another small girl. "And you did say your father lived there with you, and, of course, there must have been some servants."
"You are not to pick flowers, Miss O'Hara; it is against the rules of the school.""Is she the beautiful girl who was the ringleader? I don't think I ever saw anyone with such presence of mind. She absolutely caught me as I was flung out of the carriage. I felt her arms round me; that was why I was not hurt."
"I don't think I ever felt my temper more irritated," murmured the good lady under her breath. "Why did I undertake an Irish girl, and one who had never been from home before? Well, the deed is done now, and I must not show impatience, however I may feel it. Bridget, my dear! Bridget O'Hara! Do you hear me?"
In all her life Bridget had never been cut before.