"Hate her?" said Janet; "there must be a certain strength about a girl to make you hate her. I've a contempt for Bridget, but I don't rouse myself to the exertion of hating."
The next morning, after breakfast, Mrs. Freeman went upstairs to sit with her favorite Evelyn.
"Are you going to be cross when you find I don't know your sort of things?""We have lost her," said Olive, with a sigh.
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After that period she found her place to a certain extent, made some violent friends and some active enemies, was adored by the little girls, on whom she showered lollipops, kisses, and secrets, and was disliked more or less by every girl in the sixth and fifth form, Dorothy Collingwood excepted."He will expect you to stay until the end of the term.""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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CHAPTER III. RIBBONS AND ROSES.
She stood wavering with her own conscience. Caspar was nervous, but he was not vicious.