If
they undertake to make a get-rich-quick scheme of it I'll knock the
whole business in the head. I'm not overly anxious to get into it with
them. But it promises action of some sort--and I have to do something
till spring."
In the spring! That brief phrase set Hazel to sober thinking. With
April or May Bill would spread his wings for the North. There would be
no more staying him than the flight of the wild goose to the reedy
nesting grounds could be stayed. Well, a summer in the North would not
be so bad, she reflected. But she hated to think of the isolation. It
grieved her to contemplate exchanging her beautifully furnished
apartment for a log cabin in the woods. There would be a dreary
relapse into monotony after months of association with clever people,
the swift succession of brilliant little functions. It all delighted
her; she responded to her present surroundings as naturally as a grain
of wheat responds to the germinating influences of warmth and moisture.
It did not occur to her that saving Bill Wagstaff's advent into her
life she might have been denied all this. Indeed she felt a trifle
resentful that he should prefer the forested solitudes to the pleasant
social byways of Granville.
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