Both the fairies were down on either side of him in a moment.
"Of course we have," cried Evelyn; "it is the Moat House. But you have not put in some trees that I think are there, and you show a piece of the old tower that I'm quite sure cannot be seen from the place where you stood for this view."
"You seem pretty familiar with the old place, Miss Evelyn, to notice all that; but you see, I've cut down those trees, and opened a glimpse of the tower, which I consider a great improvement, don't you?"
"You have cut down the trees!" exclaimed Evelyn, in amazement. And she darted away to look at the spot in question.
"For shame, Guy," said she, returning very red and angry; "you should speak the truth; you know you dare not cut down my father's trees."
"I meant in imagination at present," said Guy, laughing; "but, I mean to do it in fact some day, when I've got the Moat back again, and I was only just trying how it would look."
"What! Get the Moat House away from my father," cried the young lady, in surprise and disgust.
"Yes, some day; but of course I shall pay him for it; I'm going to be a thief."
"Indeed you shall never do any such thing; I'll tell him what you say."
"I thought you were my friend, Evelyn," said Guy, coolly, "and would be glad that I should have the old place where my ancestors lived for hundreds of years, and that never ought to have been sold out of the family."