"Only the housemaids were astir when Miss Muir left her room next morning and quietly found her way into the garden. As she walked, apparently intent upon the flowers, her quick eye scrutinized the fine old house and its picturesque surroundings."Not bad," she said to herself, adding, as she passed into the adjoining park, "but the other may be better, and I will have the best."Walking rapidly, she came out at length upon the wide green lawn which lay before the ancient hall where Sir John Coven ...