"Oh, that is easy enough; I shan't be any time. It's the first page or two of that delightful 'Ancient Mariner'; I can get it done in no time."
"Lucky for you. I will wait for you outside; I have something I want to say to you. Be quick, for all those small tots will be out immediately, and they'll want to take up every moment of your time. Give me those notes, however, before I go."
Bridget pulled some crumpled bits of paper out of her pocket, and thrust them into Janet's eager hand.
Miss May left the room, and Biddy, wide awake now, devoted herself to her poetry.
There was an eager, pleased, almost satisfied, expression on her face.
It was over a week now since Janet had taken her up. During that time she had, without in the least guessing the fact herself, been brought into a considerable state of discipline.
If she obeyed no one else in the school, Janet's slightest nod was sufficient for her.
It was Janet's present aim, whether by foul means or fair, to make Biddy appear both good and fascinating.
She did not want her captive to feel the end of her chain; she was clever enough to make Biddy her complete slave without allowing the slave to be conscious of her slavery.