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ous, and the girlish light heart danced a _pas seul_ to such a medley of tunes that it was a wonder how she could keep step with them all. 'What do you expect to see at Chickaree?' 'Birds, trees, and horses, and--Mr. Falkirk, didn't you say there would be cats?' 'Let him alone--he is deep in your book,' said Rollo, as Mr. Falkirk made some astonished response. "I meant, what do you remember of the place? we are almost at the gate.' 'I'll tell you--nothing yet. Ah!'-- Through some lapse in the dense woodland there gleamed upon them as they swept on, the top of an old tower where the sunbeams lay at rest; and from the top, its white staff glittering with light, floated the heavy folds of a deep blue flag, not at rest there, but curling and waving and shaking out their white device, which was however too far off to be distinguished. She had said she would tell him, but she never spoke; after that one little cry, so full of tears and laughter, he heard nothing but one or two sobs, low and choked down. Now the lodge, nestling like an acorn under a great oak tree, came in sight first, then the massive piers of the gate. The gate was wide open, but while the little undergrowth of children started up and took possession of window and door and roadside, the gate was held by the head of the house, a sturdy, middle aged American. Wych Hazel had leaned out, watching the children; but as the carriage turned through the gateway, and she saw this man, standing there uncovered, caught the working of his brown weatherbeaten face, she bowed her head indeed, in answer to his low salutation, but then dropped her face in her hands in a perfect passion of weeping. It came and went like a Summer storm, and again she was looking intently. Now past Mr. Falkirk's white domicile, where her glittering eyes flashed round upon him the "welcome home" which her lips spoke but unsteadily,--then on, on, up the hill, the thick trees hiding the sunset and brushing the carriage with leafy hands,--it seemed to Mr. Rollo that still as the very fingers of his companion were, he could almost feel the bound of her spirit. Then out on a little platform of the road--and there, he did not know why she leaned forward so eagerly, till he saw across the dell the shining of white marble. He watched her, but drove on without making the least call upon her attention. The views opened and softened as they drew near the house; the trees here had been mor
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