The only way to get such things is to make them." "Then I think that you might make enough for us both, if you had any regard for them, or for me, Philippa." Mistress Yordas smiled, as she often did, at her sister's style of reasoning.

And she cared not a jot for the last word, so long as the will and the way were left to her.

And in this frame of mind she turned a corner from the open moor track into a little lane, or rather the expiring delivery of a lane, which was leading a better existence further on.
Mrs.Carnaby followed dutifully, and Heartsease began to pick up his feet, which he scorned to do upon the negligence of sward.

And following this good lane, they came to a gate, corded to an ancient tree, and showing up its foot, as a dog does when he has a thorn in it.

This gate seemed to stand for an ornament, or perhaps a landmark; for the lane, instead of submitting to it, passed by upon either side, and plunged into a dingle, where a gray old house was sheltering.