Viewed from a height, with the cloud-shadows sweeping across it, it had the extent and splendor of the sea, and looked very much like it.
The town, seen from below, seemed a larger place than Clover had expected, and again she felt the creeping, nervous feeling come over her.

But before the train had fairly stopped, a brisk, active little man jumped on board, and walking into the car, began to look about him with keen, observant eyes.

After one sweeping glance, he came straight to where Clover was collecting her bags and parcels, held out his hand, and said in a pleasant voice, "I think this must be Miss Carr." "I am Dr.Hope," he went on; "your father telegraphed when you were to leave Chicago, and I have come down to two or three trains in the hope of meeting you." "Have you, indeed ?" said Clover, with a rush of relief.

"How very kind of you! And so papa telegraphed! I never thought of that.

Phil, here is Dr.
Hope, papa's friend; Dr.Hope, Mrs.Watson." "This is really a very agreeable attention,--your coming to meet us," said Mrs.Watson; "a very agreeable attention indeed.