“Yes, 'rangements 'bout everything; but, hush! 'cause nobody else must know about it.” They had reached the porch where Mrs. Boniface was sitting, and Josephine was close behind them, which was the occasion for Hazel's “Hush” and so little Flutters tumbled into bed half an hour later, still in ignorance as to what the scheme of his “little Mistress” might be, but with perfect confidence in her ability to make any arrangements under the sun.
Joe Ainsworth found his little friend waiting in the sunshine the next morning, and, almost without intimation from him, the leaders came to a standstill, and Hazel mounted to her seat beside him. “Business in town?” ventured Joe.
“Colonel Hamilton's, please,” all intent on getting comfortably seated.
“Oh!” exclaimed Joe, with elevated eyebrows, “haven't fixed that matter up yet, eh?”
“Not yet. I haven't had time to see to it until to-day.”
“Haven't had time,” said Joe, with a significant smile.
“No, I haven't, really. Yesterday I had to go on a sailing party and the day before to the circus.”
“My lands, Miss Hazel! I guess if you had to drive this Albany coach every day of your life, week in and week out, and was ever able to take so much as a day off for a circus or a sailing party, you would call that having lots of time. I would, I can tell ye.”
“Well, then, perhaps it was because I couldn't do both things, Joe, so I chose the sailing party and the circus.”