It is rather a long subject, and my flights are very brief." "That is much in their favour, and very unlike the poetry in fashion.
You do not belong, I think, to this neighbourhood.

Are you and your dog travelling far ?" "It is my holiday time, and I ramble on through the summer.

I am travelling far, for I travel till September.

Life amid summer fields is a very joyous thing." "Is it indeed ?" said Kenelm, with much _naivete_.

"I should have thought that long before September you would have got very much bored with the fields and the dog and yourself altogether.