"Don't you know of any other trees that are out of this Mr.
Didenhover's way?"
"Yes," said Fleda; "I know a place where there used to be beautiful hickory trees, and some chestnuts too, I think; but it is too far off for grandpa, and I couldn't go there alone. This is the twenty-acre lot," said she, looking, though she did not say it, "Here I leave you."
"I am glad to hear it," said her cousin. "Now give us our directions, Fleda, and thank you for your services."
"Stop a minute," said Mr. Carleton. "What if you and I should try to find those same hickory-trees, Miss Fleda? Will you take me with you or is it too long a walk?"
"For me? oh no!" said Fleda, with a face of awakening hope; "but," she added, timidly, "you were going a shooting, Sir?"
"What on earth are you thinking of, Carleton?" said young
Rossitur." Let the nuts and Fleda alone, do!"
"By your leave, Mr. Rossitur," said Carleton. "My murderous intents have all left me, Miss Fleda; I suppose your wand has been playing about me, and I should like nothing better than to go with you over the hills this morning. I have been a nutting many a time in my own woods at home, and I want to try it for once in the New World. Will you take me?"
"Oh, thank you, Sir!" said Fleda; " but we have passed the turning a long way; we must go back ever so far the same way we came to get to the place where we turn off to go up the mountain."
"I don't wish for a prettier way if it isn't so far as to tire you, Fairy?"
"Oh, it wont tire me!" said Fleda, overjoyed.