Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 253: what you’re looking at

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child as she peeped into her room, and she would not | wake her, much as she wished to talk over her bril- liant experience; so she moved carefully about as she took off her finery, and then crept into her own bed, where she, too, was soon soundly sleeping. It was very late the next morning when the rev- elers awoke, and: one after another came languidly down to breakfast. Belle was the last one to enter the dining-room, and her first inquiry was for Hazel. “T have not seen her this morning,” said Mrs. Stewart, who had finished her breakfast.,and was just rising from the table. ‘‘Have you, Helena?” “If I mistake not, she is just coming in froma row,” that young lady replied, as she glanced from the window, and there was a curious gleam in her eyes as they rested upon the figure of the young girl bending to her oars, and sending her boat, speeding like a bird, in toward the shore. “Yes, that is she,” Belle said. “I can hardly wait to tell her about last night. Itis ashame, though, that she could not have gone herself,” she concluded, shooting a vindictive glance at her sister. “Belle, [ charge you not to say anything that you will regret; let matters rest just as they are,” com- mate Mrs. Stewart, who had “had it ont” with Helena after her return from the ball, reproving her severely for being guilty of anything so petty and dishonorable, simply to gratify a feeling of spite against a poor governess. She left the room as she ceased speaking, and met Hazel in the hall, a moment later, on her way up to her room, Hazel bade her a bright and courteous good-morn- ing, saying io. feat mo had a oe the previous evening, and then passed on to the dining-room in search of Belle. — COMED: a