Professor Grimshaw! Let's see! What shall I do! Oh! Why, can't I pretend
to lose it, just as Marian lost it, and drop it where he'll find it? I
have it! Eureka!" soliloquized the dancing elf, as she placed her
handkerchief in the bottom of her pocket, and the note on top of it, and
passed on to the drawing-room to "bide her time."
That soon came. She found the professor and the commodore standing in
the middle of the room, in an earnest conversation, which, however,
seemed near its close, for as she took her seat, the commodore said:
"Very well--I'll attend to it, Nace," and clapped his hat upon his head,
and went out, while the professor dropped himself into a chair, and took
up a book.
"Oh, stop, I want to speak to you a minute, uncle." cried Jacquelina,
starting up and flying after him, and as she flew, pulling out her
handkerchief and letting the note drop upon the floor. A swift, sly,
backward glance showed that Grim had pounced upon it like a panther on
its prey.
"What in the d----l's name are you running after me for?" burst forth
the old man as Jacko overtook him.
"Why, uncle, I want to know if you'll please to give orders in the
stable to have the carriage wheels washed off nicely? They neglect it.
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