Sophie sat in her little carriage waiting for me.

Richard put me in beside her, and then joined the others, while we drove away.

Benny, in his white Sunday clothes, sat at our feet.
"I think it is so much better for you to drive," said Mrs.Hollenbeck, "for the day is warm, and I did not think you looked at all well this morning." "No," I said faintly.

And she was so kind, I longed to tell her everything.

It is frightful at seventeen to have no one to tell your troubles to.
At the gate Benny was just grumbling about getting out to open it, when Mr.Langenau appeared, and held it open for us.