Walter, who had taken a chair by Mary's, looked with a half-conscious pleasure round the velvet sward on which the shadows of the trees lay long.

The trees were at their full summer foliage, dark as night, mysterious, magnificent.
"What a very pleasant place!" Walter Gray said, with grave enjoyment.
"How sweet the evening smells are! How quiet everything is! Who could believe that Wistaria Terrace was over the wall ?" "I have been missing Wistaria Terrace," Mary said.

"You don't know how lonesome it feels for the children.

I wonder how Mamie is getting on without me.

I want to go home.