Leading away from the arbor proper were two long pergolas, likewise built by Hiram, of birchwood.

The arbor had always been a favorite spot with the girls, when Aunt Roxy had lived in the rambling old white homestead.

Now that it was their abiding place _pro tem._, they spent nearly all their leisure time out there.

There was always a breeze from the south that made the arbor a port of call, and each one of its vine-framed openings was a lookout over wide spaces of beauty.

Cousin Roxy had once said that she had made a point of using the arbor as a spot to "rest and invite her soul," for years.