I am going to Rose Cottage to see Mrs.Cavendish this very afternoon." The selection of Mrs.Cavendish as first on her list only increased Jane's wonder.

Rose Cottage lay some two miles from Warehold, near the upper end of the beach, and few of their other friends lived near it.
Then again, Jane knew that Lucy had not liked the doctor's calling her into the house the night of her arrival, and had heretofore made one excuse after another when urged to call on his mother.

Her delight, therefore, over Lucy's sudden sense of duty was all the more keen.
"I'll go with you, darling," she answered, slipping her arm about Lucy's waist, "and we'll take Meg for a walk." So they started, Lucy in her prettiest frock and hat and Jane with her big red cloak over her arm to protect the young girl from the breeze from the sea, which in the early autumn was often cool, especially if they should sit out on Mrs.Cavendish's piazza.
The doctor's mother met them on the porch.

She had seen them enter the garden gate, and had left her seat by the window, and was standing on the top step to welcome them.

Rex, as usual, in the doctor's absence, did the honors of the office.