At the dear old wild Castle in Ireland she had been idolized by everyone, the servants had done her bidding, however extravagant and fanciful that bidding had been. She led her old father where she wished with silken reins. The dogs, the horses, even the cows and the calves, followed Bridget like so many faithful shadows. In short, this wild little girl was the beloved queen of the Castle. To cut her, or show her the smallest incivility, would have been nothing short of high treason.
CHAPTER VI. CAPTIVITY."Well, let's settle to business now," said Ruth; "I'm sure I'm more than willing. Who has got a pencil and paper?""Oh, miss, it's that poor dear young lady."
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"What is it, my dear?" The head mistress drew herself slightly up, and looked in some surprise at her pupil.
"Here you are," exclaimed the two pairs of lips eagerly."Hurrah! Hurrah! Supper!" she cried. "Your committee must keep, Janet. Now for the satisfaction of rampant, raging curiosity. Dolly, will you race me to the house?"
"I am sorry for you also, my dear. I earnestly desire that you should be a good girl, for the girl is the mother of the woman, and a good girl makes that admirable and priceless treasure—a good woman by and by."Janet bent her fair face again over the open page; a faint flush had risen in each of her cheeks."I do, my love. But your truest happiness is not secured by giving you your own way in everything."
She was not present, however, and did not, indeed, put in an appearance in the breakfast room until the meal was half over.
Dorothy was beginning to whisper to her companion that all their excitement was safe to end in smoke, when the door at the farther end of the dining hall was softly pushed open, and a head of luxuriant nut-brown curling hair was popped in. Two roguish dark blue eyes looked down the long room—they greeted with an eager sort of delighted welcome each fresh girl face, and then the entire person of a tall, showily dressed girl entered.
"I am sorry for you also, my dear. I earnestly desire that you should be a good girl, for the girl is the mother of the woman, and a good girl makes that admirable and priceless treasure—a good woman by and by."
"Caspar shied at something," she said.