I thought you might like to see us try." In less than a minute I was ready, for the warmth and softness of the air made cloak or shawl unbearable.

But when I ran down to the yard of the mill, Mr.Gundry, who was giving orders, came up and gave me an order too.
"You must not go like this, my dear.

We have three thousand feet to go upward.

The air will be sharp up there, and I doubt if we shall be home by night-fall.

Run, Suan, and fetch the young lady's cloak, and a pair of thicker boots for change." Suan Isco never ran.