Each house owned a boat, each garden ended in steps against which the said boat was moored.

It was the tiniest walk from the supper room or the high tea-table to the little green-painted boat, and then away to float over the limpid waves.
All the girls in Northbury could row, steer--in short, manage a boat as well as their brothers.
There was a view of the straggling, steep little High Street from the water; and the Bells now, in a large white boat with four oars, and occupied at the present moment by Mrs.Bell, fat and comfortable in the stern, Alice and Sophy each propelling a couple of oars, and the blushing, conscious Matty in the bow, where Captain Bertram bore her company, all saw the old cab, as it toiled up the hill in the direction of Rosendale Manor.
"Do look at Davis's cab!" exclaimed Matty.

"Look, Captain Bertram, it's going in your direction.

I wonder now, if any one has come by the train.
It's certainly going to the Manor.

There are no other houses out in that direction.