"Now, Miss Crawford, if you will look up the walk, you will convince yourself that it cannot be half a mile long, or half half a mile." "It is an immense distance," said she; "I see _that_ with a glance." He still reasoned with her, but in vain.

She would not calculate, she would not compare.

She would only smile and assert.

The greatest degree of rational consistency could not have been more engaging, and they talked with mutual satisfaction.

At last it was agreed that they should endeavour to determine the dimensions of the wood by walking a little more about it.