She with her father and Bridget were staying at Mrs.Weston's lodgings, because she, Nelly, had had influenza, and the doctor had sent her away for a change.

They knew the Lakes well already, as is the way of Manchester folk.

Their father, a hard-worked, and often melancholy man, had delighted in them, summer and winter, and his two girls had trudged about the fells with him year after year, and wanted nothing different or better.

At least, Nelly had always been content.

Bridget had grumbled often, and proposed Blackpool, or Llandudno, or Eastbourne for a change.