[Stella]
Cassius offered the use of his car and chauffeur for the trip over to the cottage house. Florence gave the mansion a slightly forlorn look as we left it, but her eyes became wide with wonder again as we drove the short distance through the immaculate grounds to the cottage house.
The house was small in comparison to the mansion, but it was very quaint in an old-fashioned kind of way. It looked charming and cozy, even from the outside, with a front yard and garden held in by a cast iron gate and a four-foot, dark tan, brick wall fence. The exterior brick facade of the house was a lighter tan with large windows that had a diamond-shaped grid pattern.
Florence squealed with delight. “Oh, this is so perfect! I always wanted my own garden! Look at the butterflies!”
Florence stepped through the gate first and stood among the flowers. I stepped inside as well, and we both found ourselves in a small swarm of butterflies that we’d disturbed.