I think you will like Rex.
He will come home before Christmas." "I remember I used to think you rather wild and shy; but it is difficult now to imagine you a romp," said Gwendolen, smiling.
"Of course, I am altered now; I am come out, and all that.

But in reality I like to go blackberrying with Edwy and Lotta as well as ever.
I am not very fond of going out; but I dare say I shall like it better now you will be often with me.

I am not at all clever, and I never know what to say.

It seems so useless to say what everybody knows, and I can think of nothing else, except what papa says." "I shall like going out with you very much," said Gwendolen, well disposed toward this _naive_ cousin.

"Are you fond of riding ?" "Yes, but we have only one Shetland pony amongst us.