Well kept up indeed! Not a dead leaf left under the old walnuts, and the grass looks as smooth as if they had a dozen gardeners rolling it every day." "And the drive," said Norman, "more like a garden walk than a road! But oh! what a splendid cedar!" "Isn't it! I remember that as long as I remember anything.

All this fine rolling of turf, and trimming up of the place, does not make much difference to you, old fellow, does it?
You don't look altered since I saw you last, when old Jervis was letting the place go to rack and ruin.
So they have a new entrance--very handsome conservatory--flowers--the banker does things in style.

There," as Norman helped him off with his plaid, "wrap yourself up well, don't get cold.

The sun is gone in, and I should not wonder if the rain were coming after all.

I'll not be longer than I can help." Dr.May disappeared from his son's sight through the conservatory, where, through the plate-glass, the exotics looked so fresh and perfumy, that Norman almost fancied that the scent reached him.