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Rollo walked with the bridle of Vixen in his hands. Chickaree was reached at last. 'What do you expect to find here?' said he, as they entered the gate and were going up the ascent. 'Mr. Falkirk.' 'There is much more awaiting you, then, than you expect. Take care of that acacia branch! See, you must send Dingee, or somebody--who is your factotum?--down here with pruning tools. If I didn't know what to expect, I would try hard for a saw and do it myself this morning. You have scratched your hand!' 'Never mind--yes, I should have kept on gloves, but it was so warm. What do you expect, Mr. Rollo, besides luncheon? You will stay for that, won't you?' she said shyly, yet with a pretty enacting of the hostess. The touch of her own ground made her feel better. 'I should have to stay for so many other things,' he said, looking on the ground as he walked. She glanced at him, not quite sure whether his words covered a negative, and not choosing to ask. 'All this while you don't know that there is company at Chickaree.' 'Company?--how do you know?' 'I know by the signs. You will find, I think, Mme. Lasalle up there, and probably a few of her family.' 'Mme. Lasalle!' By what connection did not appear, but Miss Hazel's fingers were immediately very busy disengaging the rose branch from the button of her habit, where it had hung during the walk. 'I think that is the prospect. But I do not know that I am under any obligation to meet her, so I think I shall prefer the company of your vixenish little mare. Not to speak of the chance of encountering Mr. Falkirk,' said Rollo, lifting his eyebrows. 'I shouldn't like to stand Mr. Falkirk's shot this morning!' 'It will hit nobody but me,' she said, rather soberly. 'Is he a good marksman?' 'Depends a little on what he aims at,' said the girl. 'It is easier, sometimes--as, perhaps, you know--to hit people than things.' 'Take care!' said Rollo, again, as another obstacle in the path presented itself; 'I don't mean anything shall hit you while I have the care of you.' Putting his hands for an instant on the girl's shoulders, he removed her lightly from one side of the walk to the other, and then attacked a sweeping dogwood branch, which, very lovely but very persevering, hung just too low. It cost a little trouble to dispose of it. They were not on the great carriage road, but following one of the embowered paths which led through the woods. It went wi
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