I shall get used to it." He was pulling in the horses.

"There's some shade round the corner.

We'll rest for an hour or two." "I shall like that," said Sylvia.
A group of small larch-trees grew among the stones at the top of the slope, and by these he stopped.

Sylvia looked around her with appreciation as she alighted.
"I am going to like South Africa," she said, "I wonder!" said Ranger.
He began to unbuckle the traces, and she went round to the other side and did the same.
"Poor dears, they are hot!" she said.
"Don't you do that!" said Ranger.
She was tugging at the buckle.

"Why not?
I like doing it.