The Singing Butler

The Singing Butler All possible hurry was made; still, it was after three o'clock before the village was reached. The travelers scampered through it, Hendon's tongue going all the time. "Here is the church-covered with the same ivy-none gone, none added." "Yonder is the inn, the old Red Lion-and yonder is the market-place." "Here is the Maypole, and here the pump-nothing is altered; nothing but the people, at any rate; ten years make a change in people; some of these I seem to know, but none know me."
The Singing Butler
So his chat ran on. The end of the village was soon reached; then the travelers struck into a crooked, narrow road, walled in with tall hedges, and hurried briskly along it for a half-mile, then passed into a vast flower-garden through an imposing gateway whose huge stone pillars bore sculptured armorial devices. A noble mansion was before them.
The Singing Butler