The air was bad, and the crowds were great.

It was coming on toward Christmas time, and the store was crammed to bursting day after day and night after night, for they kept open evenings now until Christmas.

Elizabeth longed for a breath from the mountains, and grew whiter and thinner.

Sometimes she felt as if she must break away from it all, and take Robin, and ride into the wilderness again.

If it were not for the Christian Endeavor, she would have done so, perhaps.
Robin, poor beast, was well housed and well fed; but he worked for his living as did his mistress.