The road was quite white and baked; it hurt my eyes terribly.

I was so glad when Mrs Denbigh said we might turn into the wood.

The light was quite green there, the branches are so thick overhead." "And there are whole beds of wild strawberries," said Elizabeth, taking up the tale now Mary was out of breath.

Mary fanned herself with her bonnet, while Elizabeth went on: "You know where the grey rock crops out, don't you, Jemima?
Well, there was a complete carpet of strawberry runners.

So pretty! And we could hardly step without treading the little bright scarlet berries under foot." "We did so wish for Leonard," put in Mary.
"Yes! but Mrs Denbigh gathered a great many for him.