Mr.Newberry himself said that his one idea of a vacation was to get right out into the bush, and put on old clothes, and just eat when he felt like it.
This was why he had built Castel Casteggio.

It stood about forty miles from the city, out among the wooded hills on the shore of a little lake.

Except for the fifteen or twenty residences like it that dotted the sides of the lake it was entirely isolated.

The only way to reach it was by the motor road that wound its way among leafy hills from the railway station fifteen miles away.

Every foot of the road was private property, as all nature ought to be.