'Do sit down and rest.

It's frightfully hot, isn't it.' He sat down in front of her, clasping his knees about, as was his wont, and exposing thereby not only the entire oatmeal sock, but a section of leg nearly matching it in tint.
'Well, I am rather tired,' he said.

'I've lost my way, I guess.' And, looking about him, he went on: 'Very peaceful things aren't they, the woods.

Trees are very peaceful things, pacifying things, I mean.' Helen looked up at them.

'Yes, they are peaceful.