'I did that getting out of the phaeton. O well!it'll have to go so till I get home. Everybody will know I didn't dress myself so on purpose; and besides, nobody will see it. Not till I get there. You haven't a needle and silk, have you, Hazel?'
'Yes, if you will come up to my room for it,' said Hazel, glad enough of an excuse to get her away. But Miss Powder had no mind to be spirited off. She had her own views, and excused herself.
'O thank you! but it's not worth while; and I can't wait, either.
Well, I must go and meet my fate, I suppose.'
'What does Mr. Charteris want with more land?' said Hazel, arranging the torn flounce.
'O, to serve Rollo out, you know, for being so mean.'
'Is that it!' said Wych Hazel. 'How? I do not understand.'
'Why,' said Josephine, watching the door, which she expected would open to admit the rider of the bay horse whoever he might be, 'papa has a bit of land not worth much to him, just above Mr. Morton's ground that that pirate has bought; just above the mills. If Paul Charteris can get that, he will know what use to put it to. That will do, my dear, I dare say. I am awfully obliged for your care of my respectability.'
'What use?' said Hazel seriously. 'Here is one more tear'
'O I don't understand those things. Do you know what water power means?'
'Yes.'