Sitting by his side is a brown-eyed maid in a poke bonnet.
Probably his left arm follows the line of her apron string." His hearers could not help being surprised by this prediction.

Helen leaned over the side and looked ahead.
"You are wrong this time, Mr.Brett," she laughed merrily.

"The only vehicle between us and a turn in the road is a dog-cart coming this way." "That merely shows the necessity of carefully choosing one's words.

I should have said 'overtake,' not 'meet.'" The carriage sped swiftly along.

Helen craned her head to catch the first glimpse of the yet hidden stretch of road beyond the turning.
"Good gracious!" she cried suddenly.
Even Margaret was stimulated to curiosity.