The latter had had the gardener set up a tall pole, to which was attached a tennis-ball by a cord, and she and Rolfe were hard at work on a game of tether-ball.

Cowperwood, after a telegram to Mrs.Carter, had been met at the station in Pocono by her and rapidly driven out to the house.
The green hills pleased him, the up-winding, yellow road, the silver-gray cottage with the brown-shingle roof in the distance.

It was three in the afternoon, and bright for a sinking sun.
"There they are now," observed Mrs.Carter, cheerful and smiling, as they came out from under a low ledge that skirted the road a little way from the cottage.

Berenice, executing a tripping, running step to one side, was striking the tethered ball with her racquet.

"They are hard at it, as usual.