Back of it towered huge trees, and away off in
the distance swept a broad valley hazy in the morning light.
"Oh, Jack--what a love!" cried one passenger--she had alighted
with a spring, her cheeks aglow with the bracing mountain air, and
was standing taking it all in. "And, oh--see the porch!--and the
darling windows and the dear little panes of glass! And, Jack--"
she had reached the open door now, and was sweeping her eyes
around the interior--"Oh!--oh!--what a fireplace!--and such ducky
little shelves--and the flowers, and the table and the big easy
chairs and rugs! ISN'T it lovely!!"
And then the two, hand in hand, stepped inside and shut the door.
THE END.
End of The Project Gutenberg Etext of Peter: A Novel of Which He is Not the Hero
by F. Hopkinson Smith
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