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Bridgie looked aghast, as well she might, and made no attempt to hide her discomfiture. "But but I told her you would! I made quite sure of it, and told her she would have such a good time. The poor girl is counting upon it." "And she is Bridgie's friend. Bridgie wants to bring her. That settles the question surely!" said Geoffrey quietly.
It was wonderfully hard; Bridgie's fingers ached with the strain of cutting it, and she shook her pretty head solemnly over the wastefulness of servants in not using up materials before their freshness was lost.
I said yes, of course you were, because you were needed at home. Esmeralda was no use, but we could not get on without Bridgie!" "You miserable, ungrateful child! This is my reward for all I have done for you!" declaimed Esmeralda with dramatic emphasis, but Bridgie's face lit up with a smile of whole-hearted satisfaction. Thank God!
Pat whistled, and said, "Just our luck! Ah, well, if it's no better, let's be thankful it's no worse!" Miles suggested cheerfully, "Why don't you chuck it and keep a shop? Then we should get all our food for nothing." And Bridgie's sigh turned into a smile as she cried, "What a blessing we took this house when we did!
The one was a museum for the preservation of household gods, the other a haven for rest and amusement, where comfort was the first consideration and appearance the last. Bridgie's mending-basket stood on the floor, Jack's pipe peered from behind a chimney-piece ornament, and a bulky blotter and well- filled ink-bottle showed that the writing-table was really and seriously meant for use.
You can't afford to throw away money like that, especially without Bridgie's knowledge or consent. Give it up, dear, and have no more to do with them." "I will!" said Pixie sadly; "but you mustn't blame them, poor creatures, for it's my own fault.
Bridgie's arms kept stretching out and falling back to her side with automatic regularity, and still the little figure pranced, and gesticulated, and blew kisses to right and left, at one moment a merry Irish vagabond, at the next a French marionette all smirks and bows and shrugging shoulders. "We got the better of you that time, I'm thinking!
Bridgie's round box was found to contain a muff of real Russian sable, on receiving which, to use her own expressive phrase, she "nearly swooned with delight."
"There's nothing settled, for, to tell you the truth, he has never so much as seen her yet, but she was visiting old Biddy Gallagher when he drove past to the meet, and at lunch says she, `He's the elegant creature, that duke! I'm thinking of marrying him myself! and took Bridgie's advice on the trousseau that very afternoon.
She had known it for a week past, and had lain quietly on her bed with all the horror and misery of it locked up in her own heart. Such restraint seemed almost incredible to the outspoken Irish nature, but Bridgie's words of admiration brought an added shade over the invalid's face. "No, it was not bravery, it was cowardice!
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