When she raised her head again and looked out, the dawn was really coming
up in the sky. Things were changed. There was a sweeter breath in the
air; there was an indefinable stir of life in all nature. The grey soft
light was putting out the stars; the tops of the trees swayed gently in a
morning breeze; scents came fresher from flowers and fields; scents so
rarely spicy and fragrant as dwellers in towns never know them, as all
towns of men's building banish them. Birds were twittering, cocks were
crowing; and soon a stir of humanity began to make itself known in the
neighbourhood; a soft, vague stir and movement telling of the awaking to
life and business and a new day. Feet passed along the corridor within
doors, and doors opened and shut, voices sounded here and there, horses
neighed, dogs barked. Rotha sat still, looking, watching, listening, with
a growing spring of life and hope in herself answering to the movement
without her. And then the light broadened; dusky forms began to take
colour; the eastern sky grew bright, and the sun rose.
Now Rotha could see about her. She was in a well-built village. Well-to-
do looking house tops appeared between the leafy heads of trees that were
much more than "well-to-do"; that were luxuriant, large, and old, and
rich in their growth and thriving. The road Rotha could not see from her
window; however, what she did see shewed that the place was built
according to the generous roomy fashion of New England villages; the
houses standing well apart, with gardens and trees around and between
them; and furthermore there was an inevitable character of respectability
and comfort apparent everywhere. Great round elm heads rose upon her
horizon; and the roof trees which they shadowed were evidently solid and
substantial. This town, to be sure, was not Rotha's place of abode; yet
she might fairly hope to find that, when she got to it, of the like
character.
She sat at the window almost moveless, until she was called to her early
breakfast. It was spread in a very large hall-like room, where small
tables stood in long rows, allowing people to take their meals in a sort
by themselves. Rotha placed herself at a distance from all the other
persons who were breakfasting there, and was comfortably alone.
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