"And we spend our days doing foolish unnecessary things without knowing why." Mrs.Jarvis was not liked in the village.
"You never walk at this time of night ?" she asked Mrs.Flanders.
"It is certainly wonderfully mild," said Mrs.Flanders.
Yet it was years since she had opened the orchard gate and gone out on Dods Hill after dinner.
"It is perfectly dry," said Mrs.Jarvis, as they shut the orchard door and stepped on to the turf.
"I shan't go far," said Betty Flanders.

"Yes, Jacob will leave Paris on Wednesday." "Jacob was always my friend of the three," said Mrs.Jarvis.
"Now, my dear, I am going no further," said Mrs.Flanders.They had climbed the dark hill and reached the Roman camp.
The rampart rose at their feet--the smooth circle surrounding the camp or the grave.

How many needles Betty Flanders had lost there; and her garnet brooch.
"It is much clearer than this sometimes," said Mrs.Jarvis, standing upon the ridge.

There were no clouds, and yet there was a haze over the sea, and over the moors.

The lights of Scarborough flashed, as if a woman wearing a diamond necklace turned her head this way and that.
"How quiet it is!" said Mrs.Jarvis.
Mrs.Flanders rubbed the turf with her toe, thinking of her garnet brooch.
Mrs.Jarvis found it difficult to think of herself to-night.