Children's stories; Young women -- Juvenile fiction
'Yes, sirI like to look cool,' said Hazel, conscious that she could
not always accomplish the feat. 'Especially when I have the world
on my hands. Just now I am undefended., Gov. Powder; but I
suppose both my guardians will be here by and by.'
'What do you do with two guardians, eh? Keep 'em both in good
humour?'
'One at a time is as much as I often try for,' said Hazel. 'But Gov.
Powder, I wish you would let me have a little fun right over the
heads of them both.'
'I?' said the ex-governor, somewhat surprised. 'Eh? It does not
often happen to me now-a-days to have the honour of such an
appealunless from my own mad daughters. In what direction do
you want me to come over your guardians, Miss Kennedy? and
which of them?'
'O it is nothing mad at all, in my case,' said Hazel. 'And neither of
them must know. But will you walk a little way down the wood
with me, sir? I do not want them even to see a consultation.'
A man must be much set in his own purposes who would not go
more than 'a little way' after such a voice; and Gov. Powder was
but an ordinary man. So, finding the white ruffles a very pretty sort
of a convoy, the ex-governor strolled down among the golden
hickories and ruddy oaks, and never once guessed that he had a
siren at his elbow.
'Last winter,' Hazel began, speaking fast now, to keep pace with
the minutes, 'I had quite a large legacy left to me.'
'Somebody who wanted to protect you against misfortune, eh?'
said the governor.
'Or who did not believe in guardians, sir; for mine were to have no
control over it whatever.'
'I see!' said the governor. 'Pocket money to purchase sugar-plums.'
'But perhaps you know, sir, that we girls like sugar-plums of many
sorts.'
'Miss Kennedy, do you know my daughters?'
'Well sir,' said Hazel weighing her words, wondering to herself
whether diplomats get along without telling fibs; and if they do,
_how_ they do,'it would be quite a novelty of a bonbon to invest
this money in some splendid way, all by myself. Not the whole of
it, you know, sir,only a few thousands.' She was so eager! and
so terribly afraid of shewing her eagerness.
'That is a sort of bonbon that is very tempting to old fellows like
me; but, pardon me, I should think it was more in Mr. Falkirk's
way than in yours?'
'Mr. Falkirk may admire it afterwards, if he chooses, but _I_ want to
make the investment. And I learned from somebody,' said Hazel,
careful of her words, "that the best thing I could do, was to buy
that bit of land of yours, Gov. Powder, lying just at the head of the
Hollow. It is not worth more than twenty thousand, is it?' she went
on, suggestively. 'And I was told, sir, that you were ready to
dispose of it.'
'Somebody spoke too fast,' said the governor, looking
unmistakably surprised this time. 'Really, I am in no hurry to
dispose of that piece of land. Its value is in its water power. You
don't want to build mills, do you?'
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