Flower gardens, shrubbery, and trees were scattered everywhere.

Rosville was larger and handsomer than Surrey.
"That is my house, on the right," he said.
We looked down the shady street through which we were going, and saw a modern cottage, with a piazza, and peaked roof, and on the side toward us a large yard, and stables.
We drove into the yard, and a woman came out on the piazza to receive us.

It was Mrs.Morgeson, or "My wife, Cousin Alice," as Mr.Morgeson introduced her.

Giving us a cordial welcome, she led us into a parlor where tea was waiting.

A servant came in for our bonnets and baskets.
Cousin Alice begged us to take tea at once.