CHAPTER XIV.—HAZEL HAS A CONVICTION.
TARLIGHT,” said Hazel, seriously, next morning, as they sat side by side on the porch, “I've been thinking.”
“Yes,” said Starlight, dryly; “most people do.”
“I've been thinking, Starlight,” Hazel continued, “that perhaps I am not doing quite right by Flutters.”
“You're doing mighty kind by him, I'm sure, and he thinks so, too. You've given him a home and clothes and plenty to eat, and all he has to do is to wait on your ladyship and take charge of the pony. I shouldn't call that work, nor Flutters doesn't, either. He says it is all just fun, and if there's a finer family anywhere than the Bonifaces he'd like to see'em, only he knows he never shall see'em, because there isn't such a family.”