She saw to it that thereafter, upon his visits to the house, he took only certain things and a certain amount, and invariably things of her own choosing.
But not always toward the Glaspell shanty did David turn his steps.
Very frequently it was in quite another direction.

He had been at the Holly farmhouse three weeks when he found his Lady of the Roses.
He had passed quite through the village that day, and had come to a road that was new to him.

It was a beautiful road, smooth, white, and firm.

Two huge granite posts topped with flaming nasturtiums marked the point where it turned off from the main highway.

Beyond these, as David soon found, it ran between wide-spreading lawns and flowering shrubs, leading up the gentle slope of a hill.