Hazel recollected in time that it would not be true to say that she felt "more like herself" to-day, and changed that form of reply into a demure 'Pretty well, I think.'
'Pretty well, I think,' Mr. Falkirk echoed. 'Nobody but one who has tried it can tell what it is to have the care of a witch. I have been trying for a week, Rollo, to discover when we are to go to town, and whether I am expected to secure a house; and it is past my power to find out, the one or the other.'
'You do not like Chickaree?' Rollo inquired with matter-of-fact composure.
'She don't, in winter.' It is to be remarked, that the elder guardian, completely thrown off his suspicions by the course of the past winter and summer, supposed himself indulging in safe pleasantries with the only one almost with whom he could venture them.
'My dear Mr. Falkirk!how can you say I dislike what I have never tried!' said Miss Wych.
'Can you inform me distinctly, Miss Hazel, whether you wish to try it?'
'Distinct information rather comes in the way of those vague desires which are supposed to beset me, sir.'
'I beg your pardon, Miss Hazel; I never supposed any such thing.'
'Well, sirI do not see why October need worry itself about
December.'
'I do not see why it should,' chimed in Rollo lazily.