It'll teach you to be more careful.

Well, let's hike." Accordingly they hiked.

But to "hike" along a deep-rutted, pebbly lane in frail, silver-hued slippers with high French heels, is not an exhilarating performance.

Rilla managed to limp and totter along until they reached the harbour road; but she could go no farther in those detestable slippers.

She took them and her dear silk stockings off and started barefoot.