The steeple of the church, indeed, can be seen from the lawn, peering, as it were, between the yew-trees which stand in the corner of the churchyard adjoining to Mrs Dale's wall.
But none of the Dale family have any objection to the sight of that steeple.

The glory of the Small House at Allington certainly consists in its lawn, which is as smooth, as level, and as much like velvet as grass has ever yet been made to look.

Lily Dale, taking pride in her own lawn, has declared often that it is no good attempting to play croquet up at the Great House.

The grass, she says, grows in tufts, and nothing that Hopkins, the gardener, can or will do has any effect upon the tufts.

But there are no tufts at the Small House.