A May scent of roses coming from the wall below the open window recalled to her the spring scents at home--not these strong Italian scents, but thin northern perfumes of lilac and lavender, of pine-needles and fresh grass.

It seemed to her that she was on the slope behind Uncle Ben's house, with the scattered farms below--and the maple green in the hollow--and the grassy hillsides folded one upon another--and the gleam of a lake among them--and on the furthest verge of the kind familiar scene, the blue and shrouded heads of mountain peaks.

She dropped her head on her knees, and could hear the lowing of cattle and the clucking of hens; she saw the meeting-house roof among the trees, and groups scattered through the lanes on the way to the prayer meeting, the older women in their stuff dresses and straw bonnets, the lean, bronzed men.
Benson's knock dispelled the mirage.

The maid brought lemonade and milk, brushed Lucy's long hair and made all straight and comfortable.
When her tendance was over she looked at the door and then at Lucy.

'Miss Manisty said, Miss, I was to see you had your key handy.