The station was at the end of a well-shaded street, and beyond, across the right of way, the country seemed to begin.

There were one or two houses within sight, set back amidst trees, and at the summit of a low hill the wheel of a windmill was clattering merrily.

There were many hills in sight, all prettily wooded, and, on the whole, Brimfield looked attractive.

They searched vainly for a glimpse of the school buildings, and the driver, returning just then, explained in reply to their inquiry, that the school was nearly a mile away.
"You could have seen it from the train if you'd been looking," he added.
"It's about a quarter of a mile from the track on the further side there.

Get-ap, Abe Lincoln!" Their way led down the straight and shaded street which presently began to show houses on either side, houses set in small gardens still aflame with autumn flowers and divided from the road by neat hedges or vine-clad fences.