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Updated: June 25, 2025
"Well met, indeed!" said the young man, the gaiety in his look, a gaiety full of meaning, measuring itself against the momentary confusion in hers. "I have been hoping to hear of you for a long time! Lady Constance. Are you with the the Hoopers is it?" "I am staying with my uncle and aunt. I only arrived yesterday." The girl's manner had become, in a few seconds, little less than repellent.
A few days after their escape from the Indian guard they arrived at the house of "Shooting John Brown," who confided them to the care of the young Hoopers and a party of their outlying companions. From a rocky cliff overlooking the valley of the Tuckasegee they could look down on the river roads dotted with the sheriff's posse in pursuit of the Hoopers.
And the situation had been greatly worsened by a blow which had fallen just before the opening of term. In a former crisis, five years before this date, a compassionate cousin, one of the few well-to-do relations that Mrs. Hooper possessed, had come to the rescue, and had given his name to the Hoopers' bankers as guarantee for a loan of £500. The loan was to have been repaid by yearly instalments.
But it was well girls should learn to measure themselves against others should find their proper place. All the same, he was quite fond of her, the small kittenish thing. An old friend of his, and of the Hoopers, had once described her as a girl "with a real talent for flirtation and an engaging penury of mind." Pryce thought the description good.
"Its contents were twelve trumpeter-swans, besides three of the `hoopers. We had also a pair of Canada geese; a snow-goose, and three brant, these last being the produce of a single shot.
He saw her, stopped with a start of pleasure, and came eagerly towards her. "Lady Constance! Where have you sprung from? Oh, I know you are with the Hoopers! Have you been here long?" They shook hands, and Constance obediently answered the newcomer's questions. She seemed indeed to like answering them, and nothing could have been more courteous and kind than his manner of asking them.
Her mother had habitually worn them. Then she moved to the window, and looked out over the Hoopers' private garden, to the spreading college lawns, and the grey front beyond. "Am I really going to stay here a whole year nearly?" she asked herself, half laughing, half rebellious.
But I scarcely know the Hoopers!" Falloden hung over the barge rail, and smiled unseen. "Here they come! here they come!" shouted the children, laying violent hands on Falloden that he might identify the boats for them.
By means of their broad feet and strong wings, they can flutter so quickly over the water, now and then diving, that the hunter cannot overtake them in his boat, but is obliged to use his gun in the pursuit. "The `hoopers' are migratory, that is, they pass to the north every spring, and southward again in the autumn. Why they make these annual migrations, remains one of the mysteries of nature.
'Lizabeth dwelt a mile or so down the valley with the Hoopers, who, as she had said, were thankful enough to get her services, for Mrs. Hooper was well up in years, and gladly resigned the dairy work to a girl who, as she told her husband, was of good haveage, and worth her keep a dozen times over. So 'Lizabeth had settled down in her new home, and closed her heart and shut its clasps tight.
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