Bridget's movements were so fleet that the head mistress had no time to intercept her; there was a flash of a white dress disappearing through the open window, and that was all.
"Command me?" said Bridget, her nostrils dilating.
"No, miss, that it can't," said Marshall, who felt as she expressed it afterward, "that royled by Miss May's 'aughty ways." "I won't keep Miss Collingwood any time, miss, ef you'll be pleased to walk on."She stood wavering with her own conscience. Caspar was nervous, but he was not vicious.A couple of maids had been seen carrying a new trunk upstairs, or old Piper had been discovered crawling down the avenue with his shaky cab, and shakier horse, and then the new girl had appeared at tea-time and been formally introduced, and if she were shy had got over it as best she could, and had soon discovered her place in class, and there was an end of the matter.
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[Pg 39]"I shall look to you to help me with this wild Irish girl," she said with a smile. "Now, go to your lessons, my dear."Mrs. Freeman and Miss Patience had driven away in a very smart carriage with a pair of horses to meet her.
"Well, Marshall is unhappy about her," replied Dorothy. "She said that Bridget would not touch her dinner. I don't exactly know what Mrs. Freeman means to do about her, but the poor girl is a prisoner in Miss Patience's dull little sitting room for the present."
In all her life Bridget had never been cut before.