It was the happiest part of the day to Maggie.

Something in herself was so much in harmony with Mrs.Buxton's sweet, resigned gentleness, that it answered like an echo, and the two understood each other strangely well.

They seemed like old friends, Maggie, who was reserved at home because no one cared to hear what she had to say, opened out, and told Erminia and Mrs.Buxton all about her way of spending her day, and described her home.
"How odd!" said Erminia.

"I have ridden that way on Abdel-Kadr, and never seen your house." "It is like the place the Sleeping Beauty lived in; people sometimes seem to go round it and round it, and never find it.

But unless you follow a little sheep-track, which seems to end at a gray piece of rock, you may come within a stone's throw of the chimneys and never see them.