The first part of their journey was performed in too melancholy a disposition to be otherwise than tedious and unpleasant.

But as they drew towards the end of it, their interest in the appearance of a country which they were to inhabit overcame their dejection, and a view of Barton Valley as they entered it gave them cheerfulness.

It was a pleasant fertile spot, well wooded, and rich in pasture.

After winding along it for more than a mile, they reached their own house.

A small green court was the whole of its demesne in front; and a neat wicket gate admitted them into it.
As a house, Barton Cottage, though small, was comfortable and compact; but as a cottage it was defective, for the building was regular, the roof was tiled, the window shutters were not painted green, nor were the walls covered with honeysuckles.