Wych Hazel by Anna Bartlett Warner;Susan Warner
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'You think so! Pray, in your judgment, what is he, then?'
'Not a cat, sir, and yet no lion. Mr. Rollo calls him a "specimen." ' 'Of what?' (dryly enough.) 'I rebuked him for the expression, sir, but did not inquire its meaning.' 'Do you suppose that the English traveller, Mr. Shenstone, will come to Chickaree this Summer for the purpose of inspecting the Morton manufactories?' 'Let us 'ope not, sir. Mr. Morton will, for his home is just there. He told me so.' 'And young Nightingale has it in his mind to spend a good deal of the Summer at his aunt's, Mrs. Lasalle's; for he told me so. I saw him in town.' 'Mr. Falkirk, you are not a bit like yourself to-day. Are all men cats, sir?' (very gravely.) 'My dear,' said Mr. Falkirk, 'most men are, when they see a Chickaree mouse in their path!' 'Poor little me!' said Wych Hazel, laughing. She was silent a minute, then went cheerfully on. 'I know, Mr. Falkirk, I shall depend upon you! We're in a fairy tale, you remember, sir, and |
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