On a knoll the others saw a low-roofed, but wide-spreading, bungalow sort of structure, with corrals and sheds beyond. The latter were bare and ugly enough; but the ranch house was almost covered to the eaves with climbing roses in luxurious bloom.
CHAPTER XIII
OPEN SPACES
"On, Nan!" cried Bess, squeezing her chum's arm, "what do you think of it?"
"It is more beautiful than I had any idea of! And Rhoda had to come away from all this just to go to school," answered the equally excited Nan.
Here Grace Mason's usual timidity showed itself, as she said:
"But there is so much of it! We must have come twenty miles from the railroad station."
"More than that," put in her brother, from his seat in the saddle.
"I don't care!" cried Bess. "It's wonderful."
"Oh, it is wonderful, I grant you," said Grace. "But—but everything is so big—and open—and lonesome."