Passing through a broad path, with well-tilled fields on each hand, where men were busy planting corn, and young maids dropping the seed, we came at length to Uncle Rawson's plantation, looking wellnigh as fair and broad as the lands of Hilton Grange, with a good frame house, and large barns thereon.

Turning up the lane, we were met by the housekeeper, a respectable kinswoman, who received us with great civility.

Sir Thomas, although pressed to stay, excused himself for the time, promising to call on the morrow, and rode on to the ordinary.

I was sadly tired with my journey, and was glad to be shown to a chamber and a comfortable bed.
I was awakened this morning by the pleasant voice of my cousin, who shared my bed.

She had arisen and thrown open the window looking towards the sunrising, and the air came in soft and warm, and laden with the sweets of flowers and green-growing things.