He led the way around to the front, but Carlia objected.
"Let's go down by the field," she said.

"The road is dusty." The day was closing with a clear sky.

A Sunday calm rested over meadow and field, as the two strolled down by the ripening wheat.

The girl seemed uneasy until the house was well out of sight.

Then she seated herself on a grassy bank by the willows.
"I'm tired," she said with a sigh of relief.
Dorian looked at her with curious eyes.