Patsy was out at a bound.

Louise followed more deliberately, assisted by her boy husband, and Beth came more sedately yet.

But Uncle John rode around to the barn with Thomas, being eager to see the cows and pigs and poultry with which the establishment was liberally stocked.
The house was of two stories, the lower being built of cobblestones and the upper of pine slabs; but it had been artistically done and the effect was delightful.

It was a big, rambling dwelling, and Mr.Merrick had furnished the old place in a lavish manner, so that his nieces would lack no modern comfort when they came there to spend a summer.
On the porch stood an old woman clothed in a neat gingham dress and wearing a white apron and cap.

Her pleasant face was wreathed in smiles as she turned it toward the laughing, chattering group that came up the path.