I could find it in my heart to envy you, Miss Templeton." "Oh, how often I have said that!" chimed in Dinah.

"I think I enjoy my sister's voice as much as she does herself; in the evening she always sings to me." "Mr.Herrick and Dinah are trying to make me vainer than I am by nature," observed Elizabeth with her happy, childlike laugh, as Mr.
Carlyon came to her side.

"Cedric, it is such a lovely evening that we might have our usual stroll.

Would you care to come with us ?" to Malcolm.
"You may as well go my way," remarked Mr.Carlyon, and Elizabeth nodded; and then Dinah fetched her a light gossamer scarf, which she tied over her head.
"Dinah does not care for moonlight rambles, she thinks them frivolous," she observed, as they walked slowly through the dark woodlands, "but Cedric and I love them.

I like the silence and emptiness; the villages are asleep, and the whole world seems given up to fern-owls and bats and night-moths.