CHAPTER XLII.
F.A.Cowperwood, Guardian It was some time after this first encounter before Cowperwood saw Berenice again, and then only for a few days in that region of the Pocono Mountains where Mrs.Carter had her summer home.

It was an idyllic spot on a mountainside, some three miles from Stroudsburg, among a peculiar juxtaposition of hills which, from the comfortable recesses of a front veranda, had the appearance, as Mrs.Carter was fond of explaining, of elephants and camels parading in the distance.
The humps of the hills--some of them as high as eighteen hundred feet--rose stately and green.

Below, quite visible for a mile or more, moved the dusty, white road descending to Stroudsburg.

Out of her Louisville earnings Mrs.Carter had managed to employ, for the several summer seasons she had been here, a gardener, who kept the sloping front lawn in seasonable flowers.

There was a trig two-wheeled trap with a smart horse and harness, and both Rolfe and Berenice were possessed of the latest novelty of the day--low-wheeled bicycles, which had just then superseded the old, high-wheel variety.