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It was cool, but it was the coolness of a man intensely alive to the work in hand; the intonation towards Wych Hazel very gentle. 'I thought I had to walk home alone, she said simply. 'And I wanted the time to come. 'Please tell me the meaning of all this. You went to Merricksdale this evening last evening? 'Yes. Words did not come readily. Rollo added no more questions then.
He partly read Wych Hazel; or he surmised what was at the bottom of her wild gaiety; and he had great tenderness for her. A tenderness that made him grave at heart and somewhat grave outwardly; but he did not despair, and he bided his time. He was not irritated that she had broken the bonds of his words, amidst all his profound vexation.
They were so quick with life, so warm, with their red-splashed breasts and blue flashing bodies; they wove such a tireless, mazy pattern, like bobbins weaving invisible lace, that they put winter far off. They comforted Hazel inexpressibly. Yet to-morrow they would, in all likelihood, be gone, not even a shadow left.
Hazel became conscious for tension. 'Mother! Edward's voice shook with suppressed laughter, although he was indignant with Hazel's father for such a mistaken upbringing 'mother, would you give Hazel the receipt for this splendid cake? 'And welcome, my dear. The old lady was safely launched on her favourite topic. 'And if you'd like a seed-cake as well, you shall have it.
Hazel's eyes swept over the roses and lilies and then back to Miss Fletcher's face. The lady was regarding her curiously. She saw that thoughts were hurrying through the mind of the little girl standing there with her doll in her arms. "You look as if you wanted to say something," she said at last. "I don't want to be impolite," returned Hazel, hesitating.
Hazel and Welch then got into the boat, and pushed off without much difficulty, and punted across the bay to one of those clefts we have indicated. It was now nearly high water, and they moored the boat close under the cleft Hazel had selected.
She was still sitting by the window, watching the yellow crimson of the sunset, when some one rapped at her door. A uniformed messenger boy greeted her when she opened it: "Package for Miss Hazel Weir." She signed his delivery sheet. The address on the package was in Jack's handwriting. A box of chocolates, or some little peace offering, maybe. That was like Jack when he was sorry for anything.
His hand accidentally rested on hers. "You're like ice. I didn't think about you getting cold riding. I'm a mighty thoughtless escort, I'm afraid. Get down and put on a coat, and I'll have a fire in a minute." "I suppose if I must, I must; but I can get off without any help, thank you," Hazel answered ungraciously.
Hazel a walking dictionary, and a walking essayist if required. But when it came to something which, most of all, the young lady had hoped from this temporary acquaintance, viz., religious instruction, she found him indeed as learned on that as on other topics, but cold and devoid of unction. So much so, that one day she said to him, "I can hardly believe you have ever been a missionary."
"The little girl in this story loved them too;" and so saying, Jewel's mother began to read aloud: Hazel Wright learned to love her uncle Dick Badger very much during a visit he made at her mother's home in Boston. She became well acquainted with him.
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