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"No. You are to take off that unsuitable afternoon costume you are now wearing, and put on a neat print dress for your morning work.""Caspar shied at something," she said.

Mrs. Freeman got up, and sounded an electric bell in the wall.

"I don't believe you'll ever drive her," said Miss Delicia. "I know that sort of character. It's only hardened when it's driven."

"How do you do, Mrs. Freeman?" said Bridget. "I'm afraid I'm a little late; I overslept myself, and then I could not find the right belt for this dress—it ought to be pale blue to match the ribbons, ought it not? But as I could not lay my hand on it, I have put on this silver girdle instead. Look at it, is it not pretty? It is real solid silver, I assure you; Uncle Jack brought it me from Syria, and the workmanship is supposed to be very curious. It's a trifle heavy, of course, but it keeps my dress nice and tight, don't you think so?"Notwithstanding her vehement words, some decided pangs of hunger seized her as she saw the tempting food, She remembered, however, that in the old novels heroines in distress had never any appetite, and she resolved to die rather than touch food while she was treated in so disgraceful a manner.

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Janet was forced to comply, and Dorothy exclaimed eagerly:

"I ought not to speak," said Dorothy, turning very red, "but if you are going to be hard on Bridget——"

"Yes, Marshall," said Dorothy; she stopped. Janet stopped also, and gave Marshall a freezing glance.

The door was closed then, and Bridget O'Hara found herself alone.