The men smoked slowly and reflectively, the women sat with folded hands, watching the last glow upon the hills, and the brightening of the evening star; dreamily listening to the choir of frogs, the faint tinkle of cowbells, the bleating of folded lambs, and the continual rustle of the poplar leaves.
Jacqueline took her seat beside Unity.

Colonel Churchill, in his especial chair, was smoking like a benevolent volcano; at a small table Major Edward was playing Patience.

On the broad porch steps below Jacqueline and Unity half sat, half lay, the two Carys.

The fireflies were beginning to show, and out of the distance came a plaintive _Whip-poor-will--Whip-poor-will!_ "I shall have," said Ludwell Cary, "the vines at Greenwood trained like these.

There could be no better way." "Is the drawing-room finished ?" asked Unity.
"Almost finished.