Wych Hazel eBook

Anna Bartlett Warner
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 557 pages of information about Wych Hazel.

Wych Hazel eBook

Anna Bartlett Warner
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 557 pages of information about Wych Hazel.
without his notice.  Not a creature came or went unperceived by Mr. Falkirk.  And yet this supervision was generally pleasant.  As he wrought, nothing had the air of espionage—­merely of care; and so I think, Wych Hazel liked it, and felt all the more free for all sorts of undertakings, secured against consequences.  Sometimes, indeed, his quick insight was so astonishing to the young mischief-maker, that she was ready to cry out treachery!—­and the suspected person in this case was always Gotham.  Yet when she charged upon Gotham some untimely frost which had nipped her budding plans, Gotham always replied—­

’No, Miss ’Azel.  I trust my ’onor is sufficient in his respect.’

She and Gotham had a singular sort of league,—­defensive of Mr. Falkirk, offensive towards each other.  She teased him, and Gotham bore it mastiff-wise; shaking his head, and wincing, and when he could bear it no longer going off.  Wych Hazel?—­ yes, she was that.

And how did she win her name?  Well, in the first place, “the nut-browne mayd” and she were near of kin.  But whether her parents, as they looked into the baby’s clear dark eyes, saw there anything weird or elfish,—­or whether the name ’grew,’—­of that there remains no record.  She had been a pretty quiet witch hitherto; but now—­

“Once git a scent o’ musk into a drawer, And it clings hold, like precerdents in law!”

—­not Mr. Falkirk could get it out.

CHAPTER II.

Beginning A fairy tale.

‘Mr. Falkirk, I must go and seek my fortune!’

Wych Hazel made this little remark, sitting on a low seat by the fire, her arms crossed over her lap.

‘Wherefore?’ said her guardian.

’Because I want to, sir.  I have no other than a woman’s reason.’

‘The most potent of reasons!’ said Mr. Falkirk.  ’The rather, because while professing to have no root, it hath yet a dozen.  How long ago did Jack show his lantern, my dear?’

‘Lantern!’ said the girl, rather piqued,—­adding, under her breath, ’I’m going to follow—­Jack or no Jack!  Why, Mr. Falkirk, I never got interested a bit in a fairy tale, till I came to—­“And so they set out to seek their fortune.”  It’s my belief that I belong in a fairy tale somewhere.’

‘Like enough,’ said her guardian shortly.

‘So you see it all fits,’ said Wych Hazel, studying her future fortunes in the fire.

‘What fits?’

‘My going to seek what I am sure to find.’

‘That will ensure your missing what is coming to find you.’

‘People in fairy tales never wait to see what will come, sir.’

’But, my dear, there is a difficulty in this case.  Your fortune is made already.’

’Provokingly true, sir.  But after all, Mr. Falkirk, I was not thinking of money.’

‘A settlement, eh?’ said Mr. Falkirk.  ’My dear, when the prince is ready, the fairy will bring him.’

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