There will be an outdoor fireplace on the west side also, and I know you will enjoy this." Enjoy it?
Kit stared ahead of her at the shady lawn.

Miss Daphne was bending over nasturtium beds gathering the black seeds, but instead, Kit saw in a vision ahead a great hickory fire burning in the outdoor veranda fireplace with the mystery of the night crooning low over the sleeping hills.

Her mother's letter came next.

Kit read it with delight.

She could tell just exactly the mood the mother bird was in when she wrote, just how her conscience pricked her for having been a party to Kit's plan.
"Of course, while the Dean's letter was very nice, still I am sure he felt 'put upon,' as Cousin Roxy would say.