must go and se

k, sitting on a low seat by the f

?' said he

ir. I have no other t

er, because while professing to have no root, it hath yet

no Jack! Why, Mr. Falkirk, I never got interested a bit in a fairy tale, till I came to-"And s

' said her gu

id Wych Hazel, studying her

t fi

eek what I am

our missing what is

es never wait to see

ifficulty in this case. You

after all, Mr. Falkirk, I

irk. 'My dear, when the prince is

th her cheeks aglow, 'you know perfec

specify of what yo

ze

her head on her

of indefinite fortune,-a whole windfall o

It was a pretty vision that he saw, and he regarded it somewhat steadil

ly, 'such birds seldom f

ind. Could you be r

kir

at, Mis

e. 'To set out, sir. I think I shall go then, and I want

a fairy tale?' s

les delight to deck their favourites. Besides which, Mr. Falkirk probably knew what his fortune was already, for the grey was abundantly mingled with the brown in his eyebrows and hair. However,

up at him in answer to this appeal; and with a shake of the head as if fairy tales and h

that stuff, belong to the pink and white people. But pink and brown-Mr. Falkirk, do you suppose I

h as possible the effect

hat I want to avoid. The dress s

et out, my dear, had you not better invest your property? so that y

invested?' said th

eplied Mr. Falkirk. 'N

Wych Hazel. 'Why w

kir

,- good looks, an excellent constitution, a head and hands

nt them all to pay my travelling expenses. All but the las

re when she danced away from his grave suggest

, investments a

eed God keep them. Yet let her remember that they are not hers to have a

r a while s

ant if I get a new travelling dr

been the guardian of

ze

u gave one about my jewels. And by the way, Mr. Fa

bent his brows upon Wych Ha

, looking up at him, 'wha

r. Falkirk looking down into her eyes. 'To whi

n bronze,'-said the young lady, but

h should begin?' said the gentl

o down there at once, and so s

operations?' pur

ds I should always take the most d

ad to a complication. I'm afraid it would prove a Western line

. 'But about the dress, Mr. Falkirk-you know my

rags, and Cincerella in ashes, and the "Fair one with the golden locks" had, I think, no other adornment. Puss in boots w

ppled forth-sweet and sou

our first stage. My dear Mr. Falkirk-most potent, grave, and reverend sir,-if you sally forth as Puss in boots, of course I shall at once turn into the Marq

hickaree,' said Mr. Falkirk in an unmoved manne

and Mrs. Saddler can "forward" me "with

page too? or does Di

to have one. O, D

under his brows, 'what is your plan?

express benefit, Mr. Falkirk. We will beat the bush i

looked into the fire. Then slowly, but wit

bounced fr

e them al

e cried, "A

oved an E

'men do make such little mistakes, occasionally.