What are you doing this way?
Going to school ?' He pointed to the books she carried.
'Something like it,' replied Jessie, with a wry movement of her lips.
'Why did you want to meet me, though ?' 'Because I want you to do something for me--that is, if you will.

But, really, where were you going?
Perhaps you can't spare time ?' 'I was going to the garden,' she said, pointing in that direction.

'I have lessons there with Emily Hood.

Beastly shame that I should have to do lessons, isn't it?
I feel too old for that; I've got other things to think about.' She put her head on one side, and rustled the pages of a French grammar, at last throwing a glance at Richard from the corners of her eyes.
'But do you expect Miss Hood to come soon ?' Dagworthy asked, playing his part very well, in spite of a nervousness which possessed him.
'No doubt she's in the garden already.

I've given her a key, so that if she gets there first--But what do you want me to do ?' 'Why, I was going to ask you to walk to the station and meet the ten thirty-five train from Hebsworth.