It was not that day, but the next, that Grizel thought anything was marching with her.
That day her head was quite clear, and she kept her promise to herself, and as soon as she felt tired she stopped for the night at a village inn.

But when she awoke very early next morning she seemed to have forgotten that she was to travel the rest of the way by diligence; for, after a slight meal, she started off again on foot, and she was walking all day.
She passed through many villages so like each other that in time she thought they might be the same.

There was always a monster inn whence one carriage was departing as another drove up, and there was a great stone water-tank in which women drew their washing back and forward, and there was always a big yellow dog that barked fiercely and then giggled, and at the doors of painted houses children stood.

You knew they were children by their size only.

The one person she spoke to that day was a child who offered her a bunch of wild flowers.