"I'm _so_ glad you've come!" she cried, so completely won by Betty's artlessness that she forgot her first impression.
"Heah we are at Locust," she said, as they drove into the long avenue.
"I wish you could have seen the trees when they were all in bloom.

It was like a picture." "It is like a picture now, I think," said Betty, gazing up at the giant branches overheard that seemed to be waving a welcome.

There was a listening expression on her face, as if she understood their leafy whisperings.

Lloyd and her mother exchanged glances, and after that she was disturbed by no word until the carriage stopped.

They understood her silent pleasure in the great trees that they themselves had learned to look upon as old friends.
At the house Betty leaned forward for an admiring glance at the tall white pillars, all wreathed and festooned in their green lacework of vines.