The cart at the back had seats facing inwards and besides Roberta and her two trunks there were parcels and the sacks of mail.
There was also a hen coop containing a cockerel and two hens which expressed their indignation and their dislike of travel the whole way from the station to the village.
The countryside, however, was lovely and it seemed to Roberta that there was colour everywhere.
The shrubs were in bloom, the trees, many of which she did not recognise, were vivid with flowers and, as the land on either side of the road was cultivated, the first green sprouts of spring made it very picturesque.
‘I am sure this is a happy land,’ she said to herself.
The words thrust away the apprehension she was feeling now that the journey had ended and she had to confront a relative with her
