CHAPTER XIII.
AT SCHOOL--THE LILAC-BUSH--BRIDGET'S POSIES--SUMMER--HEALTH.
We knew when it was summer at Bush House, because there was a lilac-tree by the gate, which had one large bunch of flowers on it in the summer when Eleanor and I and Matilda were at school there.

As we left the house in double file to take our daily exercise on the high-road, the girls would bob their heads to catch a whiff of the scent as they passed, or to let the cool fragrant flowers brush their foreheads.

On this point Madame, our French governess, remonstrated in vain.

We took turns for the side next to the lilac, and sniffed away as long as there was anything to smell.

Even when the delicate colour began to turn brown, and the fragrance vanished, we were loth to believe that the blossoms were fading.
"I think I have got a cold in my head," said Matilda, who had plunged her nose into the cluster one day in vain.
"You have a cough, ma foi! Mademoiselle Buller," replied Madame, who seemed to labour under the idea that Matilda rather enjoyed this privilege.