What was amiss?
"I know," said Jane.

"Of course! Why did I not realise it before?
I had too much music during those last days at Overdene; and SUCH music! I have been suffering from a surfeit of music, and the miss of it has given me this blank feeling of loneliness.

No doubt we shall have plenty at Myra's, and Dal will be there to clamour for it if Myra fails to suggest it." With a happy little smile of pleasurable anticipation, Jane took up the SPECTATOR, and was soon absorbed in an article on the South African problem.
Myra met her at the station, driving ponies tandem.

A light cart was also there for the maid and baggage; and, without losing a moment, Jane and her hostess were off along the country lane at a brisk trot.
The fields and woods were an exquisite restful green in the afternoon sunshine.

Wild roses clustered in the hedges.