`` Now if I can get there in time , '' said Jordan emphatically . Jordan got to Kensington , put Dan up in a livery stable , and inquired the way to The Beeches . He felt rather nervous when he found it , it was such a stately , imposing place , set back from the street in an emerald green seclusion of beautiful grounds . `` Fancy me stalking up to that front door and asking for Miss Joscelyn Burnett , '' grinned Jordan sheepishly . `` Mebbe they 'll tell me to go around to the back and inquire for the cook . But you 're going just the same , Jordan Sloane , and no skulking . March right up now . Think of Aunty Nan and do n't let style down you . '' A pert-looking maid answered Jordan 's ring , and stared at him when he asked for Miss Burnett . `` I do n't think you can see her , '' she said shortly , scanning his country cut of hair and clothes rather superciliously . `` What is your business with her ? '' The maid 's scorn roused Jordan 's `` dander , '' as he would have expressed it . `` I 'll tell her that when I see her , '' he retorted coolly . `` Just you tell her that I 've a message for her from Aunty Nan Morrison of Gull Point Farm , Avonlea . If she hai n't forgot , that 'll fetch her . You might as well hurry up , if you please , I 've not overly too much time . '' The pert maid decided to be civil at least , and invited Jordan to enter . But she left him standing in the hall while she went in search of Miss Burnett . Jordan gazed about him in amazement . He had never been in any place like this before .
The hall was wonderful enough , and through the open doors on either hand stretched vistas XXXXX lovely rooms that , to Jordan 's eyes , looked like those of a palace .
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