We love them quite as they are.

But I cannot help hoping, just a little, that it is not a cottage.

The only ones I have ever been in smelt so much of soapsuds." It was now quite dark, and the road appeared to be growing rougher.

Every now and then they jolted over a big stone, or sunk into a deep rut.

Ralph let down the front window.
"Are we nearly there ?" he asked of the driver.
"Yes, sir," said the man; "we are on the place now." "You don't mean," exclaimed Miriam, "that this is our road!" "It's a good deal washed just here," said the man, "by the heavy rains." Presently the road became smoother and in a few minutes the carriage stopped.
"I am trembling all over," said Miriam, "with thinking of being at home, and with not an idea of what it is like." In a moment they were standing on a broad flagstone.