"And to-morrow you shall see what a sweet home this is," Elsie said,
releasing her with a kiss.
"Now we must hasten to make ourselves ready for supper. A change of dress
will not be necessary. 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.
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