CHAPTER II.
COUSIN STELLA "Well," he said, smiling kindly at her over the bank of flowers which occupied the centre of the small round table at which they were dining, "what do you think of it all ?" Virginia shook her head.
"I cannot tell you," she said.

"I haven't any words left.

It is all so wonderful.

You have never been to our home at Wellham Springs, or else you would understand." He smiled.
"I think I can understand," he said, "what it is like.

I, too, you know, was brought up at a farmhouse." Her eyes smiled at him across the table.
"You should see my room," she said, "at home.