Over their raveled crests
the gulls dipped and soared. The air was clear, the breeze keen and
refreshing and the salty smell of the torn seaweed rose to the nostrils
of the watchers.
To the left were barren hills, dotted with scrub, and farther on the
pine groves, with the road from Wellmouth Centre winding out from their
midst.
All these things Thankful and Emily noticed, but it was on the prospect
directly ahead that their interest centered. For there, upon the slope
of the next knoll stood the "property" they had come to see and to which
they had been introduced in such an odd fashion.
Seen by daylight and in the glorious sunshine the old Barnes house
did look, as their guide said, more "lifelike and cheerful." A big,
rambling, gray-gabled affair, of colonial pattern, a large yard before
it and a larger one behind, the tumble-down shed in which General
Jackson had been tethered, a large barn, also rather tumble-down,
with henhouses and corncribs beside it and attached to it in haphazard
fashion. In the front yard were overgrown clusters of lilac and rose
bushes and, behind the barn, was the stubble of a departed garden.
Thankful looked at all these.
"So that's it," she said.
"That's it," said Captain Obed. "What do you think of it?"
"Humph! Well, there's enough of it, anyhow, as the little boy said about
the spring medicine. What do you think, Emily?"
Emily's answer was prompt and emphatic.
"I like it," she declared. "It looks so different this morning.
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