’Is it possible to make any comfortable arrangement for her at the miller’s house?’ Mr. Falkirk asked in a low tone.

’Not if she be “true princess,” ’ said Rollo with a smile.  ’There would be more than a few vegetables between Miss Kennedy and comfort.’——­He hesitated, and then suddenly asked Wych if she were tired?  Certainly her face told of some fatigue, but the busy spirit was unconquered, and she said, ‘No—­not very much.’

’I am going on to Dr. Maryland’s myself—­with the miller’s horse and wagon, which I engaged provisionally.  If Miss Kennedy will trust herself to me—­perhaps it would be less wearisome than to stay here; and it would make a jubilee at Dr. Maryland’s as you know, sir.  I will send the wagon back for you to-morrow, in that case.’

‘It is for her to say!’ Mr. Falkirk answered, rather gloomily.  ’It is a day of adventures, Wych—­will you go to meet them, or will you wait for them?  There’s no escape either way.’  He smiled a little at his ward as he spoke.  But her eyes spoke back only amazement.

‘I shall stay with you, sir, of course.’  Clearly Miss Kennedy thought her guardian had taken leave of his senses.

’What if you take the wagon to Dr. Maryland’s then, sir; Miss Kennedy can hardly spend the night here.  Even a twenty-five mile drive is better.’

But Mr. Falkirk had reasons of his own for negativing that plan, and negatived it accordingly.

‘Go with me, then,’ said Rollo, turning to Wych Hazel.  ’I will take care of you!’ And he said it with something of the warm smile which had met her before, power and promise together.

‘Why, I’m not afraid,’ she said, half laughing, yet half shyly too; thinking with herself how strange the day had been.  Since until yesterday Mr. Rollo had scarcely paid her ordinary attention; since until then Mr. Falkirk had always been the one to care for her so carefully.  She felt oddly alone, standing there by them both, looking out with her great brown eyes steadily into the setting sunshine; and a wistful air of thought-taking replaced the smile.  Rollo remarked that there was but one unoccupied bed in the miller’s house, and that one, he knew, was laid upon butternuts.

Mr. Falkirk had been watching his ward.  He drew near, and put her hand upon his arm, looking and speaking with grave tenderness.

’You shall do as you list, my dear; I cannot advise you, for I do not know which would be worse, the fatigue of going or the fatigue of staying.  You must judge.  Dr. Maryland will receive you as his own child, if you go;—­and I will keep you as my own child if you stay,’ he added after a second’s hesitation.

’Yes, sir—­I know—­I think I shall stay.  I don’t think I can go, Mr. Rollo; and as for the butternuts,’ she added, recovering her spirits the moment the decision was made, ’any one who likes to sleep on them may!  I shall play mouse among the meal bags.’

’Then I will do what I can to get you out of your difficulties to-morrow.  I hope the play will not include sleeplessness, which is my idea of a mouse.’