It's such a wonderful forest retreat.

When I was a little girl, I used to love to play that the world ended there.

I always called it the House Behind the World." Further mysterious and affectionate eye-signals were flashed between Mrs.Gray and Tom as Grace made this fervent speech.

"Come and look at it again," said Tom briefly.

There was a touch of exultation in his even tones.
Hand in hand, like two children, the youthful pair swung gayly along the narrow path that led from the highway to picturesque Upton Heights.
Nearing it, they became suddenly silent in the face of its undeniable claim to beauty.