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They hung a little high for her, and she was springing to reach them like any airiest creature that ever made a spring. 'Perhaps you will be so kind as to be seated, Mr. Falkirk? in the dining room for a moment. Dingee! her voice rang softly out clear as an oriole. 'Luncheon at once do you hear, Dingee? Don't keep Mr. Falkirk waiting. Mr.
'Mas' May and Miss May, ma'am. 'Mrs. Powder, Missee Hazel and all de rest! added Dingee. 'Spect dere ain't a livin' soul won't be there, time I get back. Miss Fisher, she done ask for Mas' Rollo. But I'se learnin' to tell the truf fustrate. 'What is the truth about me, Dingee? asked that gentleman. 'I should be glad to hear it.
'Prinking 'erself h'up, answered Gotham severely. 'Gotham telling fibs! said the young lady in question, coming up behind him with her light tread. 'Perhaps he had better take himself to the library, and report to Mr. Falkirk. What do you want of me, Dingee? I thought everything was here.
Dingee had adroitly covered his basket again, but now he drew near and displayed his treasure, adding messages of a somewhat adorned nature, while Wych Hazel read the cards attached to the bouquets. Gotham, standing a little off, looked on indignant as before, and frowned at the flowers and the flushing cheeks drooped over them, as if he had been Mr. Falkirk himself.
'Permit me to inquire, said Rollo, as he also attacked the grapes, but not looking at them, 'whether you did your share of growling this morning? I am sure no one had more cause. 'No, said the girl, laughing. 'I feel that I have a great reserve in store for somebody. Well, Dingee? A card with a written message this time.
'Well, sir, said Dingee, standing attention, 'she 'quire 'bout you. So I say, "Mas' Rollo, he done come dis mornin', sure, but my young mistiss she out. So he done gone straight away from de door, ma'am." Mighty glad she never ask which way! added Dingee with a chuckle. Wych Hazel held down her head, laughing the sweet laugh which would come now and then, in the worst of times.
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.
'Jes' you watch 'em when de horseback gen'lemen dey goes by, Mas' Gotham, and you'll see de heads turn! But Gotham had watched enough already to know there was no mistake about that. 'Well, he said, 'since h'it's 'ere, h'it's 'ere, and 'll 'ave to stay, no doubt. I'll take it to the library. 'Cotch him first! said Dingee, moving a little out of reach. 'Where Missee Hazel?
She had passed no place of refuge in the woodland, and before her the storm hid every thing from sight. So, after a second's thought, Wych Hazel turned and flew down a side road a half a mile to the very door of a low stone house, the first she had seen, sprang off her frightened pony, and darted into the open hall door, leaving Dingee to find shelter for himself and his charge.
'Supper mos' as good hot as de weather, remarked Dingee. 'Mas Rollo, he say he break his heart dat his profess'nal duties tears him 'way. 'Dingee, go down stairs, said Miss Hazel turning upon him, 'and when you tell stories about Mr. Rollo tell them to himself, and not to me. Will you come to tea, sir? The birds were taken by surprise next morning. Long before Mr.
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