Over there the hills are purple with flowering heather, and beyond them, yet not so far away but that the soft murmuring of it can be heard, dwells the sea, spreading itself out, grand, immense, until it seems to touch the pale blue heavens.
Tita, stopping with her hands full of lowers, stands upright, and as a little breeze comes to her, draws in a long breath, as if catching the salt from the great ocean that it brings her.

Oh, what a day--what a day! Her lovely old home! Here she is in it once more--parted for ever from the detested uncle, mistress of this one place that holds for her the only happy memories of her youth.

Here she and her father had lived--she a young, _young _child, and he an old one--a most happy couple; and here, too, she had grown to girlhood.

And now here she is again, free to roam, to order, to direct, with no single hitch anywhere to mar her happiness.
The lovely new horse that Maurice has got for her leaves nothing to be desired; she has had a gallop on him this morning.

And all her dear dogs have been sent to Oakdean, so that her hands are full of favourites.