There will be no company tonight, and your uncle would prefer seeing us in our traveling dresses to having his meal spoiled by waiting." Evelyn went to sleep that night to the music of the dashing of the rain upon the windows, but woke next morning to find the sun shining brightly in a deep blue sky wherein soft, fleecy white clouds were floating.
She drew aside the window curtain to take a peep at the surroundings of her new home.

Lawn, shrubbery, flower garden, while larger than those at Crag Cottage, were quite as well kept; neatness and order, beauty and fragrance made them so attractive that Evelyn was tempted to a stroll while waiting for the call to breakfast.
She stole softly down the stairs, thinking her aunt and uncle might be still sleeping, but found the latter on the veranda, pacing to and fro with meditative air.
"Ah, good morning, little maid!" he said in a kindly tone.

"I hope you slept well and feel refreshed ?" "Yes, uncle, thank you," she returned.

"Don't you enjoy being at home again after your long absence ?" "I do, indeed!" he answered; "there is no place like home, is there?
This is your home, too, now, Eva." "Yes, sir," a little sadly.

"You and Aunt Elsie are home to me now, almost as papa used to be in the dear old days; and perhaps I shall learn to love Fairview as well as I do Crag Cottage.