“Susan, what's this?”
Susan looked up.
“Oh, it's Silverdale. My brother Joshua took it.”
“Silverdale?” repeated Honora.
“It's our place in the country,” Susan replied. “The family moved up last week. You see, the trees are just beginning to bud.”
Honora was silent a moment, gazing at the picture.
“It's very beautiful, isn't it? You never told me about it.”
“Didn't I?” said Susan. “I think of it very often. It has always seemed much more like home to me than our house in New York, and I love it better than any spot I know.”
Honora gazed at Susan, who had resumed her reading.
“And you are going there when school is over.”