Wych Hazel by Anna Bartlett Warner;Susan Warner
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'Why--anything he wants arranged, sir. What the wages shall be.' 'Your scheme of travel may be continued to any extent, Miss Hazel, if you continue to do business on an equally logical plan.' She laughed, a good, honest, merry little laugh, but further direct reply made none. 'That puff of displeasure blows me fairly away!' she said, jumping up and floating off to the mill door like any thistle down, on the tips of her toes. 'Is it possible to make any comfortable arrangement for her at the miller's house?' Mr. Falkirk asked in a low tone. 'Not if she be "true princess," ' said Rollo with a smile. 'There would be more than a few vegetables between Miss Kennedy and comfort.'----He hesitated, and then suddenly asked Wych if she were tired? Certainly her face told of some fatigue, but the busy spirit was unconquered, and she said, 'No--not very much.' 'I am going on to Dr. Maryland's myself--with the miller's horse and wagon, which I engaged provisionally. If Miss Kennedy will trust herself to me--perhaps it would be less wearisome than to stay here; and it would make a jubilee at Dr. Maryland's as you know, sir. I will send the wagon back |
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