I dare say I shall fine down as I get older," said Sarah, apologetically.

"It would be dreadful if I grew up like mamma.

But I am more like my father, thank goodness, and _he_ is simply a mass of hard muscle.

I dare say even I could beat you on the flat.

But not up this drive.
Doesn't it look pretty in the spring ?" "It was very different when I left Barracombe," said John.
He looked round with all a Londoner's appreciation.
In the sunny corner next the ivy-clad lodge an early rhododendron had burst into scarlet bloom.