From the
road everything was concealed; from this aspect it was open to the
skies; its door and two front windows wide, yet showing, door as well as
windows, the heavy shutters which would make the place a stronghold
through what winter blasts might assault it. From the porch one could
see for miles in every direction; at the sides, only the woods.
"It's an ideal spot for a camp," declared Stephen with enthusiasm. "Is
it yours, Kendrick? I congratulate you. Invite me up here in the hunting
season, will you? I can't imagine anything snugger. May we look inside?"
"By all means! It's barely finished--it's entirely rough inside--but I
thought it would do for our supper to-night."
"Do!" Rosamond gave a little cry of delight as she looked in at the open
door. "Rough! You don't want it smoother. Does he, Rob? Look at the
rustic table and benches! And will you behold that splendid fireplace?
Oh, all you want here is the right company!"
"And that I surely have." Richard made her a little bow, his face
emphasizing his words. He went over to a cupboard in the wall, of which
there were two, one on either side of the fireplace.
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