But they had confidence in "the lady." She was a sorceress in their eyes; what limit could there be to her powers?
Something good and joyous awaited them; that was all they knew or cared; leagues of happiness, stretching away to the remote limits of the day's glory; a present rapture beyond knowledge, and a memory for ever.
Mr.Woodstock stood within the gate of the garden, his hands in his pockets, and as the vehicle came in sight he drew just a little back.
They streamed along the carriage-drive, and in a minute or two were all clustered upon the lawn behind the house.

What was expected of them?
Had an angel taken them by he hand and led them straight from Litany Lane through the portals of paradise, they could not have been more awed and bewildered.

Trees and rose-bushes, turf and beds of flowers, seats in the shade, skipping-ropes thrown about on the open--and there, hark, a hand-organ, a better one than ever they danced to on the pavement, striking up to make them merry.

That was the happiest thought! It was something not too unfamiliar; the one joyful thing of which they had experience meeting them here to smooth over the first introduction to a new world.

Ida knew it well, the effect of that organ; had it not lightened her heart many and many a time in the by-gone darkness?
Two of the girls had caught each other by the waist at the first sounds.