Tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought of this plan; but, in the first place, she had no idea how to manage it, and, what was a far more serious obstacle, her little sealskin purse, her father's last present, was empty.Olive looked at her steadily.
"Very well, if it must be so, but I shall be very miserable, and misery soon makes me ill."
"Is she? I love her—she is a sweet darling! And you really want me to love you, Mrs. Freeman? Well, then, I will. Take a hug now—there, that's comfortable."
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[Pg 39]"Don't do that, Bridget," said Miss Patience; "you are disturbing me.""Faix, then, it does, honey. I'm all agog to see this lovely queen. Why has she been absent so long? Doesn't Mrs. Freeman require any lessons of the sweet creature? Oh, then, it's I that would like to be in her shoes, if that's the case."
She was not present, however, and did not, indeed, put in an appearance in the breakfast room until the meal was half over."It wasn't father, it was Aunt Kathleen. She chose my outfit in Paris. Oh, I do think it's lovely. I do feel that it's hard to be crushed on every point."
Mrs. Freeman could see them as she sat in her sitting room.