The next morning Mr. Falkirk appeared in the breakfast-room, as was his very frequent, though not invariable wont.
'I want your orders, Miss Hazel, about horses.'
Hazel-deep in a great wicker tray of flowers-looked up to consider the question.
'Well, sir,-we want carriage horses of course,-and saddle horses. And I want a pony carriage.'
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