Here she could get her mind settled; here, too, she could forget all the little things that had bothered her--there would be no more invitations to accept or decline; no promises she must keep.

She and her Uncle George could have one long holiday--she needed it and, goodness knows, he needed it after all his troubles--and they would begin as soon as breakfast was over.

And they did--the dogs plunging ahead, the two hand in hand, St.George, guide and philosopher, pointing out this and that characteristic feature of the once famous estate and dilating on its past glory.
"Even in my father's day," he continued, his face lighting up, "it was one of the great show places of the county.

The stables held twenty horses and a coach, besides no end of gigs and carryalls.

This broad road on which we walk was lined with flower-beds and shaded by live-oaks.