Down beyond Crum Elbow, a good nice way; but I shan't go through Crum Elbow." "It's so splendid!" sighed Nora.

"Well, good-bye.

I can't go." On went the pony.

The roads were good and pleasant, leading through farm, fields and here and there a bit of wood, but not much.

It was mostly open country, cultivated by farmers; and the grain fields not yet ripe, and the grass fields not yet mown, looked rich and fair and soft in bright colours to Daisy's eyes, as the afternoon sun shone across them and tree shadows lay long over the ground.