There's nothin' on the place that amounts to anything except the barn.

There's a wonderful barn there, that old Butterwood spent nobody knows how much money on, and he a bachelor.

You can't see the barn from here, but I'll drive you where you can get a good look at it." In a few minutes, he made a turn, and whipped up his horse to a better speed, and before Mrs.Drane and her daughter could comprehend the state of affairs, they were rolling over a not very well kept private road, and approaching the front of a house.
"Where are you going, driver ?" exclaimed Mrs.Drane, leaning forward in astonishment.
Andy turned his beaming countenance upon her, and flourished his whip.
"Oh, I'm just goin' to drive round the side of the house," he said; "at the back there's a little knoll where we can stop, and you can see the whole of the barn with the three ways of gittin' into it, one for each story." At that moment they rolled past the front piazza on which were Miriam and Ralph, gazing at them in surprise.

The latter had risen when he had heard the approaching carriage, supposing they were to have visitors.

But as the vehicle passed the door he looked at his sister in amazement.
"It can't be," said he, "that those people have come to visit Mike ?" "Or Molly Tooney ?" said Miriam.
As for Mrs.Drane and Cicely, they were shocked.