Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 155: what you’re looking at

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yet laughing in spite of her reproof, for Belle was prancing about in a very coltish manner, and mani- festing her delight with more of vigor than dignity. “Well, you know that I an a sort of untamed ¢crea- ture, but with you along to hold the curb, perhaps I shall not be 80 very vicious,” she returned. “With me along!” said Hazel, looking up, surprised. “Tam not going.” “Oh, indeed you are! I should not go one step without you. Besides, you are particularly invited, and Mrs. Harwood hopes that you will be willing to contribute a little music to her entertainment.” “T would gladly oblige Mrs. Harwood, but, truly, Belle, I should feel out of place among such gay people, and besides——”’ “Well, besides what, you modest witch ?”’ demand- ed her incorrigible pupil. ‘ “The wardrobe of a governess is not supposed to be very extensive,” replied Hazel, smiling, but color- ing, ‘‘and I should make a very poor appearance among the gay butterfies that will flit about Mrs. Harwood’s elegant parlors.” “Nonsense, Hazel! You always look lovely. Your graduating dress is pretty, and nice enough for any place; besides, you have that India lawn, dotted wit torget-me-nots—you are just captivating in that; then, too, you have your white mull. Of course you will go; you could not be 80 cruel as to deprive me of so much pleasure, and I shall not stir without you,” the young girl artfully concluded, knowing full well that this last argument would win her point. It did; and Hazel went with her when Tuesday evening came around again; and very charming she was, too, in her spotless mull, with only a roa rich sash and afew flowers for grnament. — COmSP20-Cernn