“‘Why, any one would think you were a house agent, Cobweb,’ I said, smiling.
“‘No wonder, papa, when I’ve been reading so many advertisements. But do tell me; have you really found the place at last?’
“‘I have really, my dear—at least, I think so.’
“‘Is it a real, old-fashioned country house?’
“‘Yes.’
“‘Smothered in clematis and roses and honeysuckle?’
“‘Yes, and swarming with birds’ nests and insects.’
“‘And with a regular great wilderness of a garden?’
“‘Yes.’
“‘In which you can lose yourself?’