It was a beautiful little place.

The cottage had a big garden in front, with red brick walls, against which the plum trees were nailed.

At the back another garden was separated from the fields by a tall old hedge.

It was very pretty.

Miriam had not much to do, so she found time for her beloved reading, and for writing little introspective pieces which interested her.
At the holiday-time her grandmother, being better, was driven to Derby to stay with her daughter for a day or two.