The clear notes of a hunter's horn came floating down from the hills.

A flock of wild geese had alighted on the marshy ground at the end of the island where they kept up a continual honk! honk! The brown hills, the red forest, and the yellow fields were now at the height of their autumnal beauty.

Soon the November north wind would thrash the trees bare, and bow the proud heads of the daisies and the goldenrod; but just now they flashed in the sun, and swayed back and forth in all their glory.
"I see you limp.

Are you not entirely well ?" Betty was saying.
"Oh, I am getting along famously, thank you," said Alfred.

"This one foot was quite severely burned and is still tender." "You have had your share of injuries.