Oh, why, we are almost home, aren't we!" We had come to the edge of the grove bordering Beriah Holt's pasture.
The grove was on the west side of a little hill.

Before us the pasture sloped away to Beriah's house and barn, with the road beyond it.

And beyond that, in the distance, were the steeples and roofs of Denboro.
Among them the gables and tower of the Colton mansion rose, conspicuous and costly.
She turned in the saddle.

"I presume I may leave you now, Mr.Paine," she said.

"Even you must admit that the rest of the way is plain sailing.