What a day of happiness that was! I knew something of music, and could sing a second.

Clara was delighted at this, for the others had not cultivated singing much.

We therefore spent the whole morning in this way.

Then she produced her sketch-book, and I brought out mine, and we had a mutual interchange of prisoners.
What cutting out of leaves and detaching of rice-paper landscapes! The she came out upon the lawn to see my pony leap, and promised to ride him the following day.

She patted the greyhounds, and said Gipsy, which was mine, was the prettiest.