What could be better than a market, where one sells one's best and most durable goods pro bono publico!" Malcolm was delighted with this answer.

Miss Elizabeth Templeton might not be a profound student of books, but she was certainly an intelligent and sympathetic woman.

They had turned into the woodlands by this time, and Elizabeth, who was determined to entertain their guest to the best of her ability, proposed that they should stroll down to the Pool.
"If you will go on, I will just fetch my work," she observed, "and tell Dinah where we are going, and then Cedric will join us.

He ought to have been back by now." Then Malcolm, in high good-humour, sauntered over the rustic bridge and amused himself by looking down on Elizabeth's wild garden.
"Oh, Betty, what a pity to wear your pretty new hat!" exclaimed Dinah, looking up from her accounts.

She was rather a martinet on the subject of dress, and had funny little old-fashioned notions of her own; but Elizabeth, who was ten years younger, was more up-to-date.
"It was part of the programme," she returned solemnly; "and the sunshade too.