Here she is.
Good-bye, Bessie; good-bye, Charlie.

Will you come and play with us to-morrow morning ?" Bessie nodded, but Charlie ran off without answering; for he saw Olly coming, and was afraid he might want to kiss him.

On the other side of the gate they had to begin to climb up a steep bit of soft green grass; and very hard work it was.

After quite a little way the children began to puff and pant like two little steam engines.
"It _is_ a little bit like going upstairs, don't you think, Olly ?" said Milly, sitting down by her mother on a flat bit of gray stone.
"No, it isn't a bit like going upstairs," said Olly, shaking his head; for Olly always liked contradicting Milly if he could.

"It's like--it's like--walking up a house!" Suddenly they heard far above them a shout of "Hullo!" Both the children started up and looked about them.