Publisher's Synopsis
Maurice Barrett sat waiting in the old lime-kiln built by the British in the war of 1812-a white ruin like much-scattered marble, which stands bowered in trees on a high part of the island. He had, to the amusement of the commissioner, hired this place for a summer study, and paid a carpenter to put a temporary roof over it, with skylight, and to make a door which could be fastened.
