Of course Peggy did not take quite this analytical view of either of her guests, though in a vague way she felt it all and an odd sense of happiness filled her soul which she would have found it hard to explain.
She led the way through the spacious hall and dining-room to the broad piazza from which the view was simply entrancing, and said:
"Won't you and Miss Howland be seated, Mrs. Harold; I am sure you must be hungry after your ride through this October air. We will have some refreshments and then go out to the paddock to see Silver Star."
Touching a little silver bell, which was promptly answered by Jerome, she ordered:
"Something extra nice for my guests, Jerome, and please send word to
Shelby that we will be out to the paddock in half an hour."
"Yes, missie, lamb, I gwine bring yo' a dish fitten f o' a queen."
Mrs. Harold dropped into one of the big East India porch chairs, saying:
"This is one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. Polly, dear, look at the wonderful reds of those wings contrasted with the foliage back of them. Why have we never known of Severndale? Have you lived here long, Miss Stewart?"
"Would you mind calling me just Peggy? Miss Stewart makes me feel so old and grown-up," said Peggy unaffectedly.
Mrs. Harold smiled approvingly and Polly cried: