The lawn looked like a great stretch of green velvet, while the trees were gorgeous in their autumn glory of crimson and gold, with here and there a patch of russet by way of contrast.

Over at one side were clumps of pink and white anemones; while all around the house and in the garden beds that dotted the lawn many-colored chrysanthemums stood up in brave array.
"What a delightful place 'Heartsease' is," cried Grace as she paused just inside the gate to feast her eyes upon its beauty.

"Sometimes I think that autumn is the finest season of the year, and then again I like spring better." "What difference does the season make, so long as we have a good time ?" said Nora blithely.

"I haven't any preference.

They're all good." "Eleanor will be surprised to see us," remarked Grace, as she rang the bell.
"Let's hope she will appreciate the honor of having four such distinguished persons descend upon her at one time," said Anne.
"Is Miss Savell in ?" asked Grace to the trim maid who answered her ring.
"Yes, miss," replied the maid.