The next morning, after breakfast, Mrs. Freeman went upstairs to sit with her favorite Evelyn."Bridget O'Hara!" exclaimed Janet, "that incorrigible, unpleasant girl? Why did you waste your time listening to her?"
"What is it, my dear?" The head mistress drew herself slightly up, and looked in some surprise at her pupil.
Mrs. Freeman sighed as she said these words.
"Yes, you will. You'll soon learn to control your tongue and to speak in a ladylike way.""Yes, you ought. I'm going to give you a lovely description. Papa has had his dinner, and he's pacing up and down on the walk which hangs over the lake. He is smoking a meerschaum pipe, and the dogs are with him."
"Yes; you have got to earn it first, however," replied Miss Collingwood, slipping back the pale green panel with a dexterous movement.She stood wavering with her own conscience. Caspar was nervous, but he was not vicious.
"It is delightful to have you back again," said Mrs. Freeman, bending over her pupil and kissing her. "And really, Evelyn, you look almost well. Oh, my dear child, what a fright I got about you last night."
"You were not miserable yesterday."