There is only Ughtred's cart." "I am a good walker," said Betty.
"Are you?
It would be twelve miles--there and back.

When I was in New York people didn't walk much, particularly girls." "They do now," Betty answered.

"They have learned to do it in England.
They live out of doors and play games.

They have grown athletic and tall." As they talked the nightingales sang, sometimes near, sometimes in the distance, and scents of dewy grass and leaves and earth were wafted towards them.

Sometimes they strolled up and down the terrace, sometimes they paused and leaned against the stone balustrade.