Celia was awakened the next morning by the singing of the birds. For a

few minutes she was confused by her strangely luxurious surroundings;

but she soon realized her good fortune, and she leapt out of bed, ran to

the window, and peeped out on the wonderful view. She might have stood

openly at the window, for no building, no human being were in sight. It

seemed to her that she was the only person in that vast solitude of

umbrageous park and wide-stretching heath.

Immediately beneath her lay the velvet lawns of the splendid gardens;

they were irresistible; she had her bath and dressed quickly, and, to

the amazement of the housemaids who were at work in the hall, went out

bare-headed. She felt as if every moment in which she was not enjoying

this wonderful new experience of hers were a lost one; and she wandered

about, stopping occasionally to examine the noble façade of the house, a

quaint sundial, an antique fountain of bronze, some particularly

tasteful arrangement of the flowers.

There was an Italian garden, with marble benches, fawns and dryads,

which was exactly like those depicted in Country Life: and here it

was, and she was free of it! Oh, marvellous! Presently a huge deerhound,

graceful as the forest from which he sprang, came bounding to her; he

stopped and eyed her critically for a moment, then he came forward in

stately fashion and laid his beautiful head in the hands she

outstretched to him. She went down on her knees and hugged him; and he

submitted to the embrace, with his great, loving eyes fixed on hers

approvingly. When the big bell in one of the towers rang for breakfast

the dog followed her into the little room behind the library and flung

himself down at her side, as if he belonged to her.

While she was eating her breakfast Mrs. Dexter looked in, inquired how

Celia had slept, cast an examining eye over the bountifully furnished

table, with its gleaming silver and dainty china, and asked if Celia had

everything she needed.

"Oh, yes," said Celia, with a laugh. "I have never seen such a breakfast

in my life; there are so many things that I don't know which to choose."

Mrs. Dexter smiled, with an air of satisfaction. "I see you have got

Roddy," she said.

At the sound of his name the big dog rose and went to the housekeeper,

then returned to Celia.

"Yes; isn't he a beautiful dog?" said Celia. "We made friends outside. I

am flattering myself that he has taken a fancy to me; I hope he has."




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