When he heard Peter Morrison's voice calling him he hastily thrust the paper into his coat pocket; but he had gone only a few steps when he stopped, glanced keenly over the house and lawn, turned his back, and taking the sheet from his pocket, he smoothed it out, folded it carefully, and put it in an inside pocket.

Then he joined the party.
At once they set out to examine the available locations that yet remained in Lilac Valley.

Nature provided them a wonderful day of snappy sunshine and heady sea air.

Spring favored them with lilac walls at their bluest, broken here and there with the rose-misted white mahogany.
The violet nightshade was beginning to add deeper color to the hills in the sunniest wild spots.

The panicles of mahonia bloom were showing their gold color.