He knew it as well as his own home.

He and Harry had played in every part of it, and it was, in truth, a second home to him.
He rode slowly along the road which led to the quiet house.

Colonel Kenton had all the instincts so strong in the Kentuckians and Virginians of his type.

A portion of his wealth had been devoted to decoration and beauty.

The white, sanded road led upward through a great park, splendid with oak and beech and maple, and elms of great size.