It was Mr.Bomford's idea, I am sure, not your father's.

I am tired, Edith.

Come and walk with me."-- She glanced out of the window.
"I think," she said demurely, "that I am expected to go for a ride with Mr.Bomford." "Then please disappoint him," he pleaded.

"I do not like your friend Mr.Bomford.He is an egotistical and ignorant person.

We will go across the moors, we will climb our little hill.