"Will you give me that woolen thing that is on the sofa?
It will do me for a shawl." He placed it on her shoulders, and they went out.
"I will sit in this corner," said Marian.

"You are too big for the campstool.

You had better bring a chair.

I am fond of sitting here.

When the crimson shade is on the lamp, and papa asleep in its roseate glow, the view is quite romantic: there is something ecstatically snug in hiding here and watching it." Douglas smiled, and seated himself as she suggested, near her, with his shoulder against the stone balustrade.
"Marian," said he, after a pause: "you remember what passed between us at the Academy yesterday ?" "You mean our solemn league and covenant.