Rich people -- Fiction; Widows -- Fiction; Yachts -- Fiction
The clergymen, relieved of their nautical duties, shone out brightly as
good-humored and agreeable companions. Their hardships and their dangers
had made them so well acquainted with each other, and with everybody
else on board, and they had found it so easy to become acquainted with
Captain and Mrs. Horn, and they all felt so much relieved from the load
of anxiety which had been lifted from them, that they performed well
their parts in making up one of the jolliest companies which ever sailed
over the South Atlantic.
At Kingston the _Summer Shelter_ and the _Monterey_ were both left,--the
former to be completely repaired and brought home by Mr. Portman, and
the other to be coaled and sent back to Vera Cruz, with her officers and
her crew,--and our whole party, including Captain Hagar, sailed in the
next mail steamer for New York.
CHAPTER XXXIV
PLAINTON, MAINE
It was late in the summer, and Mrs. Cliff dwelt happy and serene in her
native town of Plainton, Maine. She had been there during the whole warm
season, for Plainton was a place to which people came to be cool and
comfortable in summer-time, and if she left her home at all, it would
not be in the months of foliage and flowers. It might well be believed
by any one who would look out of one of the tall windows of her
drawing-room that Mrs. Cliff did not need to leave home for the mere
sake of rural beauty. On the other side of the street, where once
stretched a block of poor little houses and shops, now lay a beautiful
park, The Grove of the Incas.
The zeal of Mr. Burke and the money of Mrs. Cliff had had a powerful
influence upon the minds of the contractors and landscape-gardeners who
had this great work in hand, and the park, which really covered a very
large space in the village, now appeared from certain points of view to
extend for miles, so artfully had been arranged its masses of
obstructing foliage, and its open vistas of uninterrupted view. The
surface of the ground, which had been a little rolling, had been made
more unequal and diversified, and over all the little hills and dells,
and upon the wide, smooth stretches there was a covering of bright green
turf. It had been a season of genial rains, and there had been a special
corps of workmen to attend to the grass of the new park.
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