More than once she said with misgiving that she wondered if she ought to have indulged in the freak.

'But I am so lonely in my house,' she added, 'and this makes me so happy!' 'You must come again, dear Mrs.Twycott.

There is no time o' day for taking the air like this.' It grew lighter and lighter.

The sparrows became busy in the streets, and the city waxed denser around them.

When they approached the river it was day, and on the bridge they beheld the full blaze of morning sunlight in the direction of St.Paul's, the river glistening towards it, and not a craft stirring.
Near Covent Garden he put her into a cab, and they parted, looking into each other's faces like the very old friends they were.