And during all that time I led her by the hand.

I tell you, friends, 'tis sweet to write of it.
When we returned we crossed the Wye by the stone footbridge and entered the garden below the terrace at the corner postern.

We remained for an hour resting upon the terrace balustrade, and before we went indoors Madge again spoke of Dorothy.
"I cannot tell you how much I have enjoyed this walk, nor how thankful I am to you for taking me," she said.
I did not interrupt her by replying, for I loved to hear her talk.
"Dorothy sometimes takes me with her for a short walk, but I seldom have that pleasure.

Walking is too slow for Dorothy.

She is so strong and full of life.