From there she could see the whole of Biddy's figure. Oh, horror! her little heart went down to zero; Bridget O'Hara's head rested against her plump hand; she was fast asleep.
The shrill voice of mademoiselle was heard from her corner of the room:
"Reste tranquille, mon enfant; tu es bien ennuyeuse; est ce que tu ne sais pas que c'est l'heure de silence?"
Violet scrambled to, her feet, and sat down before her French translation with a crimson face.
In the meanwhile a pale, quiet-looking girl had entered the room where the middle school were busy over their tasks, and, bending down by Bridget O'Hara's side, took up an exercise she had just finished, and looked over it swiftly and eagerly.
"That is right," she said; "you will get good marks for this. Now, what about your arithmetic?"
"I have managed my sums fairly well, Janet; see," pulling an exercise-book forward. "I suppose they are all right, but they look very funny."
"They must be all right, dear. Let me see! Yes, yes; oh, what an incorrigibly stupid girl you are! This sum in compound subtraction has got the answer which should be attached to the compound addition sum. Quick, Bridget, give me your pen; I will score through these two lines, and then you must add the figures underneath yourself. That is right. What have you done with my——"
"Your copy, Janet? I was going to tear it up, as I had done with it."
"Don't do that, give it to me; it will be safest. Now, try and look over your poetry, Bridget. I will wait for you outside."