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And if some of those young men come out as fit to drive as they went in, it'll be something they never did before. 'You came back this way, with the carriage? 'Yes, Mr. Rollo. 'How do the horses go? 'First-rate, sir. Want nothing but using. 'Who is with you? Dingee or Lewis? 'Lewis. 'You are not fit to be up all night, Reo. I will take Lewis, and drop you at Chickaree as we pass.
Mr. Falkirk was there, fixed in an easy chair and pamphlet; the morning stir had not reached him. 'How long do we remain at Chickaree? he asked, as he buttered his muffin. 'Why, dear Mr. Falkirk, you might as well ask me how long gentlemen will wear their present becoming style of head- dress! I don't know. 'I gather that it would not be safe to order post-horses for departure.
Besides but 'besides' is a feminine postscript; it would be a breach of confidence to translate it. One brilliant night, Mr. Falkirk pacing up and down the piazza, Wych Hazel came and joined him; clasping both hands on his arm. 'Mr. Falkirk, she said softly, 'when are we going to Chickaree? 'I have no information, Miss Hazel. 'Then I can tell you, sir.
'All this while you don't know that there is company at Chickaree. 'Company? how do you know? 'I know by the signs. You will find, I think, Mme. Lasalle up there, and probably a few of her family. 'Mme. Lasalle! By what connection did not appear, but Miss Hazel's fingers were immediately very busy disengaging the rose branch from the button of her habit, where it had hung during the walk.
September was yet young, and the weather abundantly warm; the sort of weather when everybody wants to be out of doors. No house in the country could show a prettier croquet-green than Chickaree that afternoon. Mr. Falkirk had mounted the hill in advance of other comers, and stood surveying the prospect generally from the verandah. 'Who is to be here, Miss Hazel?
And everywhere a simplicity that showed no atom of needless expenditure. Very unlike Chickaree? Primrose the while was neat-handedly helping to array her guest in fresh apparel.
With the ending of breakfast came Rollo. And the party presently issued forth into the woods which were to be the scene of the day's work. The woods of Chickaree were old and fine. For many years undressed and neglected, they had come at last to a rather rampant state of anarchy and misrule.
Various people passed them; many were the greetings, answered for the most part very sedately by the young lady of Chickaree. But just as they entered the outskirts of her own domain, Rollo felt his companion shrink towards him with a sudden start. Then instantly she sat upright in her place. Two or three horsemen were in sight, at different distances; one, the nearest, was a stranger to Rollo.
But nerves and senses were in their usual condition of excellent soundness, and his temper in its usual poise, when he turned in at the gate of Chickaree, and mounted the hill. Before he quite reached the house, however, Mr. Rollo, being quick of eye, caught a signal from among the trees down towards the garden: a woman's hand raised in the fashion of a Sunday school scholar asking leave to speak.
Stuart Nightingale and half a dozen more came up at the instant; and the question of the game to be played, for the time scattered all other questions. For a while now the little green at Chickaree was a pretty sight.
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