Something in these last words had an arousing power, for the girl laughed out.
'Mrs. Saddler, how can one wake up, with the certainty of seeing a tallow candle?'
'Dear me,' said Mrs. Saddler hurrying to light two tall sperms, 'if that's all, Miss Hazel—'
'That's not all. What's the matter with Mr. Falkirk this morning?'
'Why nothing, ma'am. Only he said you wanted to take the first stage to Chickaree.'
'Which I didn't, and don't.'
'And Gotham says,' pursued Mrs. Saddler, 'that if it is the first, ma'am, we'll save a day to get to Chickaree on Thursday.'
Whereupon, Wych Hazel sprung at once into a state of physical and mental action which nearly blew Mrs. Saddler away.
'Look,' she said, tossing the curls over her comb,—'there's my new travelling dress on the chair.'
'Another new travelling dress!' said Mrs. Saddler with upraised hands.