Black picaninnies were rolling about in the grass, mingling their laughter with the songs of the birds.

The winding paths of the garden were lined with flowering shrubs, and the sea sparkled in the distance.

Wherever the eye glanced, all was sunshine, bloom, and verdure.
For the first time, he invited her to enter the mansion.

Her first movement was toward the piano.

As she opened it, and swept her hand across the keys, he said: "It is sadly out of tune.