We mean walkin' to Nottingham," he replied.
"H'm!" The two men greeted each other, both glad: Jerry, however, full of assurance, Morel rather subdued, afraid to seem too jubilant in presence of his wife.

But he laced his boots quickly, with spirit.

They were going for a ten-mile walk across the fields to Nottingham.

Climbing the hillside from the Bottoms, they mounted gaily into the morning.

At the Moon and Stars they had their first drink, then on to the Old Spot.