All that could possibly happen would be a little fright for Evelyn, and a larger measure of disgrace for Bridget. And why should Janet interfere? Why should she tell tales of her schoolfellows? Her story would be misinterpreted by that faction of the girls who already had made Bridget their idol."But your father cannot pay for your disobedience—for the bad example you have set the little children, for the pain and anxiety you have given me."
She scrutinized Olive's face now, a slightly satirical expression hovering round her somewhat thin lips.
No, there was nothing to be alarmed about. Evelyn was too silly, with her nerves and her fads. Janet stood by the bend of the hill. Her thoughts were so busy that she scarcely troubled herself to listen for the approaching carriage.
"Let me go," said the head mistress."My dear Bridget!" exclaimed Mrs. Freeman, so surprised by the unexpected apparition that she was actually obliged to rise from her seat and come forward.
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It was in some such fashion that the world spoke to Bridget O'Hara on this special summer's morning.
"Why, Dorothy Collingwood; she has gone over to the ranks of the enemy."
"Yes, my dear, what is it?"