But as she heard Viola
she sat up straight. And a light came into her eyes--the light of battle.
CHAPTER SIX
ROSE GARDENS AND MEN
"You can come in by the front door, if you'd rather be grand,"
offered Phyllis, "but the only door we can coax the car anywhere
near is the side one. And we had to cut that through."
They halted at a contented-looking old Colonial house set far back
from the country road. The grounds were large, and one whole side of
them was shut off from the road by a high Sleeping Beauty sort of
hedge that hid everything except one inquisitive red rose, sticking
its head out between masses of box. The other side of the house was
surrounded by a green lawn set with tall old trees. A tennis-court
showed at the back, and closer by a red-banded croquet-mallet lay
beneath a tree, with a red ball nestling to it. The whole place
looked sunny and leisurely and happy and spacious and welcoming.
As the motor, after teetering itself cautiously down a side path
that had never in the world been made for motors, stopped, the side
door Phyllis had referred to opened, and a beautiful white wolfhound
sprang out and into the car, where he was welcomed tumultuously by
the children, and greeted without undue enthusiasm by Foxy, whose
disposition had not yet recovered from the baggage car.
Every one piled out, and Philip and the dogs raced back into the
house and to the greetings of a couple of half-visible colored servants.
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