Children's stories; Young women -- Juvenile fiction
'Say I cannot possibly give him three minutes!'Hazel's brows
were as near a frown as they could come.
'Then he say, tomorrer,' pleaded Dingee. 'Any hour Miss Kennedy
please. Three minutes, one minute. He done set out for home, Miss
Hazel.'
'I hope he will have a short, safe passage,' said Hazel: 'say that.
And that I cannot see him either to-night or to-morrow or any day
before he goes. And, Dingee!not a word more or less!'She
waited till the boy was out of sight, and then flung the flowers
from where she sat full into the fire.
If there was not a frown on Rollo's brow, there was a quiet set of
the lips which told as much. But he waited. Knowing well that it
made against her cause, but knowing too that it was his right,
Hazel turned and laid the card in his hand: it was Sir Henry
Crofton's. The frown came then, and the card was crumpled up in
Rollo's hand and followed the flowers.
'Well, Hazel?' he said. 'You must feel the justice of what I said just
now. There are only two remedies that I know. One of these you
startle at. The other, is that you should take up your abode at Dr.
Maryland's for the winter.'
'I could not do that!' she said hastily. 'ButOlafI have tried to
do just right all these weeks. And if you think I do not know what
discretion means, you can ask Mrs. Bywank.'
'I do not need to ask anybody for testimony concerning you, in that
or any other respect. It is no question of discretion; except in your
guardians; and that forbids them to leave you so.'
'Mr. Falkirk is not Mr. Falkirk!' Hazel broke out. 'He is all
changed.'
Rollo left this statement to take care of itself.
'What do you think we had best do?' he asked cheerfully, after a
minute. 'I will not tease you and hurry youShall I leave the
question to be settled by a note from you, when you have thought
it over? If you choose to go to Dr. Maryland's, I will make the
necessary arrangements. If you can make up your mind to go with
me, we'll arrange that. What do you say?'
'But you said you were going next week!'
'I must. The day after Christmas. I wait to see these apples and
pounds of tea safe home first. Then we will go and take care of
New Year.'
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