Just make Tom put a lot of hands in here with brush-hooks and axes and soon you'll not know the place!" Norton spent the day at Belle Plain; and though he was there on his good behavior as the result of an agreement they had reached on board The Naiad, he proposed twice.
"My intentions are all right, Betty," he assured her in extenuation.
"But I've the worst memory imaginable.

Oh, yes, the lower terrace is badly gullied, but it's no great matter, it can be fixed with a little work." It was soon plain to Betty that Tom's ideals, if he possessed any, had not led him in the direction of what he termed display.

His social impulse had suffered atrophy.

The house was utterly disorganized; there was a dearth of suitable servants.

Those she had known were gone--sold, she learned.