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At the same time, the house was evidently much older than the date of the second Scarsdale creation namely, 1761. The difficulty is surmounted by Mr. Loftie, who says: "John Curzon, who founded it, and called it after the home of his ancestors in Derbyshire, had bought the land for the purpose of building on it."
Where is your grandfather? Do you still sing in the streets for a living?" "Hush, you insult me. I am a rich girl now." "You rich? What a joke!" "No, it is a reality. Riches go by comparison, and Josephine Hart has an income therefore she is rich compared to the Josephine who had none. When will you marry me, Loftie?" "Little puss! We'll talk of that another day."
Her running was swift as a fawn's in an instant she had reached her brother threw herself panting with laughter and joy against him, and flung one arm round his neck. "Here you are!" she said, her words coming out in gasps. "Isn't it jolly? Such a fresh old place! Lots of strawberries glad you'll see it in the long days give me a kiss, Loftie I'm hungry for a kiss!"
"I said you'd begin to scold the minute you came here, Loftie," remarked Mabel. "It's a way you have. I told Kitty so. See, you have made poor Kitty quite grave." Loftus Bertram was a tall, slim, young fellow. He was well-made, athletic, and neat in appearance, and had that upright carriage and bearing which is most approved of in her Majesty's army.
But there was no murmuring against her mother's decree, and as she was a healthy-minded, handsome, good-humored girl, she soon accommodated herself to the ways and manners of country folk, and was happy enough. "I shall live on five hundred a year at Rosen dale Manor," determined Mrs. Bertram. "And I have made up my mind that Loftie shall not cost me more than three.
"Come back and kiss me first. Poor little Kit! Dear, handsome, fiery-spirited little Kit! I say though, what a shabby frock you've got on!" "Oh, don't worry me, Loftie! Any dress will do in the country." "Right, most prudent Catherine. By the way, when did you say mother would come back?" "Perhaps on Monday." "What did she go to Manchester for?" "I can't tell you."
"Then doth the joyfull feast of John the Baptist take his turne, When bonfiers great with loftie flame, in every towne doe burne; And yong men round about with maides, doe daunce in every streete, With garlands wrought of Motherwort, or else with Vervain sweete, And many other flowres faire, with Violets in their handes, Whereas they all do fondly thinke, that whosoever standes, And thorow the flowres beholds the flame, his eyes shall feele no paine.
"Have you any money at all in your pocket, Loftie?" demurely asked Mabel, "for if so, if so " her eyes danced, "I can undertake to provide a pleasant day for us all." "Well, puss, I don't suppose an officer in her Majesty's Royal Artillery is quite without some petty cash. How much do you want?" "A few shillings will do. Let us pack up a picnic basket. Kate, you needn't look at me.
She started when she saw the handwriting, instantly forgot old Benjafield, and disappeared into the house. When she was gone Mabel danced up to her sister's side, and looked over her shoulder at the thick envelope addressed in the manly hand. "Kate, it's from Loftie!" she exclaimed. "Yes, it's from Loftie," responded Catherine. "Let us come and sit under the elm-tree and read what he says, May."
If this is too much for him, there are Peter Cunningham, Timbs, Thornbury, Walford, Hare, Loftie, and a dozen others, all of whom have a good deal to tell him, though there is little to tell, save a tale of destruction, after Strype and Stow.
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