But I believe in keeping up the old institutions.' 'They are so beautiful,' said Fraulein daintily.
'Oh, they are,' cried Miss Bradley.
They all trailed out on to the lawn.

It was a sunny, soft morning in early summer, when life ran in the world subtly, like a reminiscence.
The church bells were ringing a little way off, not a cloud was in the sky, the swans were like lilies on the water below, the peacocks walked with long, prancing steps across the shadow and into the sunshine of the grass.

One wanted to swoon into the by-gone perfection of it all.
'Good-bye,' called Alexander, waving his gloves cheerily, and he disappeared behind the bushes, on his way to church.
'Now,' said Hermione, 'shall we all bathe ?' 'I won't,' said Ursula.
'You don't want to ?' said Hermione, looking at her slowly.
'No.

I don't want to,' said Ursula.
'Nor I,' said Gudrun.
'What about my suit ?' asked Gerald.
'I don't know,' laughed Hermione, with an odd, amused intonation.

'Will a handkerchief do--a large handkerchief ?' 'That will do,' said Gerald.
'Come along then,' sang Hermione.
The first to run across the lawn was the little Italian, small and like a cat, her white legs twinkling as she went, ducking slightly her head, that was tied in a gold silk kerchief.