I'm not afraid of a shower, you know, and the arch makes a very fair shelter here.

I never catch cold, either.' She rose, taking up the basket in one hand and shaking down the folds of her old habit with the other.
'All the same, I'd bring a jacket next time if I were you,' said her companion, exactly as her mother might have made the suggestion, and scarcely bestowing a glance on her almost too visibly perfect figure.
The old thoroughbred raised his head as they crossed the sward, and made two or three steps towards her of his own accord.

Her foot rested a moment on Mr.Van Torp's solid hand, and she was in the saddle.

The black was at first less disposed to be docile, but soon yielded at the sight of another carrot.

Mr.Van Torp did not take the trouble to put his foot into the stirrup, but vaulted from the ground with no apparent effort.