'
'Ay, Hawkes--Dickon Hawkes; that's Pegtop, you know, Maud,' said Milly.
'Well, I dare say; but a man of very bad character, Dr. Bryerly says; and
he has written to Mr. Danvers about it--for that is what they call waste,
cutting down and selling the timber, and the oakbark, and burning the
willows, and other trees that are turned into charcoal. It is all _waste_,
and Dr. Bryerly is about to put a stop to it.'
'Has he got your carriage for you, Maud, and your horses?' asked Cousin
Monica, suddenly.
'They have not come yet, but in a few weeks, Dudley says, positively--'
Cousin Monica laughed a little and shook her head.
'Yes, Maud, the carriage and horses will always be coming in a few weeks,
till the time is over; and meanwhile the old travelling chariot and
post-horses will do very well;' and she laughed a little again.
'That's why the stile's pulled away at the paling, I suppose; and
Beauty--Meg Hawkes, that is--is put there to stop us going through; for I
often spied the smoke beyond the windmill,' observed Milly.
Cousin Monica listened with interest, and nodded silently.
I was very much shocked.
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