She found plenty of trilliums and violets, and pounced with a cry of delight upon some wild pink honeysuckle just opening.

After stripping the bush, she turned into a bypath that led straight up a little hill which rose before her.
Scrambling up the hill, Grace reached the top and looked about her.
Nestling at the foot of the elevation on the side opposite to the one she had climbed stood a small one-story cottage.
"How funny," thought Grace.

"I didn't know there was a house anywhere near here.

I'm going down there for a drink of water.

I'm awfully thirsty." Suiting the action to the words, Grace hurried toward the cottage.