A fine house richly furnished
An article in the New York Times about renting National Trust properties included the following:
Walking under the rose pergola toward the ornate center fountain, sipping glasses of Champagne, we could hear the children giggling as they rolled down the hill to the croquet lawn just below.
“Don’t you just feel like Elizabeth Bennet at Netherfield,” my mother, a Jane Austen fanatic, whispered. “However did you happen to find such a place for let?” she asked.
“Wow,” I thought. My Michigan mother was suddenly speaking like someone from 19th-century England. “The Internet,” I answered, hoping to bring her back to the future.
Now that’s what we call a house party!












