With its thick foliage and its sunlight clear,
And with a drowsy tune,
Of the bright, leaping waters as they pass
Laughingly on amid the springing grass.
Anna and Dick returned rather sooner than they were expected; but not sooner than Old Lyon Hall was ready, and its inmates anxious to receive them.
On Saturday morning, while General Lyon, Drusilla and little Leonard with his nurse, were all out on the lawn enjoying the splendor of the early June day, before breakfast, the wagon from the Foaming Tankard was seen approaching the house.
“What can that mean?” inquired the old gentleman, looking at it, as it rumbled on towards the house.
“Perhaps Anna and Dick to disencumber themselves, have sent the luggage on in advance,” suggested Drusilla.
“But, as they are to come down by to-day’s boat that would scarcely be worth while,” reflected the old gentleman.
While they were discussing the question, the wagon, instead of going round to the servants’ entrance as it would have done had it contained only luggage, rattled up to the front of the house.