Miss Hood sat on the ground, reading.

She was about to rise, but Wilfrid begged her not to move, and threw himself into a reclining posture.
'I saw you as I rode past,' he said, in a friendly way.

'I suppose the twins are straying ?' 'They are at Greenhaws,' was the reply, 'Mrs.Winter called for them immediately after lunch.

She will bring them back early in the evening.' 'Ah!' He plucked sprigs of heather.

Miss Hood turned to her book.
'I've had a magnificent ride,' Wilfrid began again.