Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 119: what you’re looking at

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menced, doubtfully. “Mamma must approve, I just worl have it; and she enforced her words with an emphatic tap ‘of lier pretty kid slipper. “Now, Miss Gay, by the way, whatis yows Christian name?” she continued, in her impulsiv e way. “Hazel.” “Oh, that is very pretty, and it just suits you, too, May I call you Hazel?’ *T should like you to do so, if Mrs. Stewart does not object,” said Hazel, smiling. “OF course she won’t object. Why, we are to be companions, you know, and who ever heard of any- one saying ‘Miss’ to a girl you’re with every day in the year. I do not belieye you are so very much older than I, either. J am fifteen.” “And Iam eighteen.” returned, Hazel, frankly, but bib a little laugh at this indirect question regarding er age. “Well, three years don’t make one so very much older, though I expect you are ever so much more clever than I shall be when I am eighteen. Only think, you are ready to graduate and able to teach, while I hardly know my grainmar correctly yet.” ‘But I have been in sc ool for a good many years without any interruption,” said Hazel, feeling more and more drawn toward this bright, ingenuous girl. “Tam afraid it will be too hard for you to foach all | the rest of the summer, after stud eS so hard as you must have had to do to getr to graduate,” elle said, with an anxious glance at ae new friend. “But we are going to the sea, where it will be cooler than in London, “and, Miss Gay—Hazel”—with an arch, appealing glauce—‘we will have qveN the Jjol- liest times! Mamma has taken the loye, all turnished, and the grounds slope rie’