She seemed calm, and glad to have that first part of the journey almost ended.

Her motive in coming was not now the impelling thing that had actuated her.
When next the car slowed down she heard her father say, "Drive in by the house." Then Lenore, opening her eyes, saw the gate, the trim little orchard with its scant shade, the gray old weatherbeaten house which she remembered so well.

The big porch looked inviting, as it was shady and held an old rocking-chair and a bench with blue cushions.

A door stood wide open.

No one appeared to be on the premises.
"Nash, blow your horn an' then hunt around for somebody," said Anderson.
"Come, get out, Lenore.