"Doubtless the house matches the farm，"said Beth，calmly."I imagine it has two rooms and a leaky roof.But never mind，girls.This has been a pleasant trip，and we can seek shelter elsewhere if the worst comes to the worst.""I guess the worst has come a'ready，"observed thedriver；"for the house is by odds the best part o'the Wegg farm.It's big enough fer a hotel，an'cost a lot o'money in its day.Seems like the lunatics all crowd to thet place—fust ol'Cap'n Wegg wasted of his substance on it，an'now—"He paused，perhaps fearing he might become personal in his remarks，and Uncle John coughed while the girls shrieked with laughter.
Expecting nothing，they were amazed when they passedthe orchard and the group of pines that had concealed the house and suddenly drew up beside the old—fashioned stile built into the rail fence.Every eye was instantly upon the quaint，roomy mansion，the grassy sward extending between it and the road，and the cosy and home—like setting of the outbuildings.
"Here's Wegg's，"said the liveryman."Oh，Uncle，"cried Beth；"how lovely！"Louise's pretty face was wreathed with smiles.Patsy drew in a long breath and scrambled out of the high seat.
On the corner of the front porch stood Nora，arrayeda inher neat gray gown and a cap.Her face was composed，but she felt herself trembling a little.
Old Hucks came slowly down the steps to greet the company.Never in his memory had his dress been so immaculateb.The queer old fellow seemed to appreciate this as he raised his smiling face from the stooped shoulders and poised it on one side like a sparrow.
"Welcome home，sir，"he said to Uncle John."I'mHucks，sir；Thomas Hucks，"and without more words he proceeded to remove the satchels from the wagon.
"Ah，yes，"returned Mr.Merrick，cheered by the welcomeand the smile of the old man."I'd forgotten about you，but I'm glad you're here.""And that is my wife Nora，on the porch.She's thehousekeeper，sir."And then，lowering his voice so that onlythe girls and Uncle John could hear，he added simply："She's blind."Patsy walked straight up to the eager，pathetica ？gure ofthe woman and took her hand in a warm clasp.
"I'm Patricia，Nora，"she said，"and I'm sure we shall be friends."Beth followed her cousin's lead.
"And I am Beth，Nora.Will you remember me？""Surely，miss；by your voice，"returned the old woman，beaming delightedly at these evidences of kindliness."Here is another，Nora，"said their cousin，in gentletones."I am Louise.""Three young and pretty girls，Nora；and as good as they are pretty，"announced Uncle John，proudly."Will you show us in，Thomas，or will your wife？""Nora will take the young ladies to their rooms，sir.""Not now，Uncle！"they all protested，in nearly identical words；and Louise added："Let us drink inb the delights of this pretty picture before we shut ourselves up in the stuffy rooms.I hope they've been aired."Patsy ran to a chicken—coop on the side lawn，wherea fussyc hen was calling to her children that strangers had arrived.Beth exclaimed at the honeysuckle vines and Louise sank into a rustic chair with a sigh of content.
"I'm so glad you brought us here.Uncle，"she said."What a surprise it is to ？nd the place so pretty！"They could hear the rush of the Little Bill in the wood behind them and a soft breeze stirred the pines and wafted their fragrance to the nostrils of the new arrivals.Uncle John squatteda on the shady steps and fairly beamed upon the rustic scene spread out before him.Patsy had now thrown aside herhat and jacket and lay outstretched upon the cool grass，whilethe chickens eyed her with evident suspicion.Beth was picking a bouquet of honeysuckles，just because they were so sweet and homely.
"I'm almost sure I sent some hammocks and a croquet set，"remarked Uncle John.
"They're here，sir，"said Old Hucks，who had watched each one with his persistent smile and now stood awaiting his new master's commands."But we didn't know jest where ye wanted 'em put."Mary came out.She had taken off her things and donnedb her white apron.
"The house is quite wonderful，Mr.Merrick，"she said.
"There is everything we can possibly need，and all as neat as waxc."The report stirred the girls to explore.They all trooped intothe big living room and were at once captivateda by its charm.Nora led them upstairs to their chambers，nding the way as unerringlyb as if she possessed perfect vision，and here a new chorus of delight was evoked.
"The blue room is mine！"cried Louise.
"Mine is the pink room，"said Beth.
"And I choose the white room，"declared Patsy."The Major's is just next，and it will please him because it is all green and gold.But where will Uncle John room？""The master will use the right wing，"said old Nora，who had listened with real pleasure to the exclamations of delight."It were Cap'n Wegg's room，ye know，an'we've ？tted it all new."Indeed，Uncle John was at that moment inspecting hisapartment，and he sighed contentedly as he congratulated himself upon his foresight in sending down the furnishings on the chance of c their being needed.They had effected a complete transformation of the old house.
But who had arranged everything？Surely the perfecttaste and dainty touch evidenced everywhere was not to be attributed to blind Nora.The little man was thoughtful as he turned to Old Hucks.
"Who did it，Thomas？"he asked.
"Miss Ethel，sir；the school—ma'am."
"Oh.A city girl？"
"No，sir.Crazy Will Thompson's granddaughter.She lives 'bout nine mile away.""Is she here now？""Went home this mornin'，sir.It were a great pleasure to her，she said，an'she hoped as how you'd like everything，an'be happy here."Undo John nodded.
"We must call on that girl，"he remarked."We owe her a good deal，I imagine，and she's entitled to our grateful thanks."
