"Where is the village you talk about?"
"Half a mile away; the woods and rising ground of Brierley Park hide it from us."
"And in this wilderness your father expects me to get well!"
"Why, I think it is charming!" Dolly cried. "My drive home to-night was perfectly lovely, mother."
"I didn't have it."
"No, of course; but the country is exceedingly pretty."
"I can't make your father out."
Dolly was hushed here. She was at a loss likewise on this point.
"He acts just as if he had lost his money."
Dolly did not know what to say. She had had the same impression. To her inexperience, this did not seem the first of evils; but she guessed it would wear another face to her mother.