"And I am as strong as a horse." She drew herself up and threw her head back.

"I am never tired--or scarcely ever.

One day I rode to Keswick and back, and when I got home Jason met me at the gate and told me that the steers had 'broken' and had got on the Bryndermere road.

I started after them, but missed them for a time, and only came up with them at Landal Water--ah, you don't know where that is; well, it is a great many miles.

Of course I had a rest coming back, as I could only drive them slowly." Something in his eyes--the pity, the indignation, the wonder that this exquisitely refined specimen of maidenhood should be bent to such base uses--shone in them and stopped her.