They lead from the town to the church, there are hundreds of them, I do not know how many, and they wind up in a delicate curve.

The slope is so gentle that a horse could easily walk up and down them.
I think they must originally have had something to do with the abbey.
I shall go home too.

Lucy went out, visiting with her mother, and as they were only duty calls, I did not go.
1 August .-- I came up here an hour ago with Lucy, and we had a most interesting talk with my old friend and the two others who always come and join him.

He is evidently the Sir Oracle of them, and I should think must have been in his time a most dictatorial person.
He will not admit anything, and down faces everybody.

If he can't out-argue them he bullies them, and then takes their silence for agreement with his views.
Lucy was looking sweetly pretty in her white lawn frock.