CHAPTER XIV.
It was sunset when we arrived in Rosville, and found Mr.Morgeson waiting for us with his carriage at the station.

From its open sides I looked out on a tranquil, agreeable landscape; there was nothing saline in the atmosphere.

The western breeze, which blew in our faces, had an earthy scent, with fluctuating streams of odors from trees and flowers.

As we passed through the town, Cousin Charles pointed to the Academy, which stood at the head of a green.

Pretty houses stood round it, and streets branched from it in all directions.