"I could not help myself," replied Dorothy. "You know, of course, Janet, what Bridget did last night?"
"Yes, yes, I know," replied Janet, with a sneer; "she did something which shook the nerves of our beloved favorite. Had anyone else given Miss Percival her little fright, I could have forgiven her!"
"Janet, I wish you would not speak in that bitter way."
"I can't help it, my dear; I'm honest, whatever I am."
"But why will you dislike our dear Evelyn?"
"We won't discuss the whys nor the wherefores; the fact remains that I do dislike her."
"And you also dislike poor Bridget? I can't imagine why you take such strong prejudices."
"As to disliking Miss O'Hara, it's more a case of despising; she's beneath my dislike."
"Well, she's in trouble now," said Dorothy, with a sigh. "I think you are very much mistaken in her, Janet; she's a very original, clever, amusing girl. I find her tiresome at times, and I admit that she's dreadfully naughty, but it's the sort of naughtiness which comes from simply not knowing. The accident last night might have been a dreadful one, and Bridget certainly deserves the punishment she has got; all the same;—I'm very sorry for her."