The day's journey

“Cecily,” He Said Suddenly, “What are You Going to Do?”
THE DAY’S JOURNEY
BY NETTA SYRETT AUTHOR OF “ROSANNE,” “THE TREE OF LIFE,” ETC.
“Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.”
CHICAGO A. C. McCLURG & CO. 1906
Copyright A. C. McClurg & Co. 1906 Published September 15, 1906 THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, CAMBRIDGE, U. S. A.
THE DAY’S JOURNEY
THE DAY’S JOURNEY
ROSE SUMMERS paused a moment before she lifted the latch of a little gate set between two walls of yew. It was June. The sky had the blue of larkspur, the air was sweet with the scent of flowers. The gate in the yew hedge opened upon a small flagged court leading to a porch wreathed with roses. Above the porch clematis and ivy continued the wall of living green almost to the gables of what had once been an Elizabethan farm-house, and was now the picturesque home of Robert Kingslake and of Cecily his wife.