For an hour they tarried there, keeping in view the green-wooded hills and the white cottages nestling at their base.

And turn by turn there were glimpses of the noble old house at the top of the hill.

And some looked upon it for the last time.
"I've had a jolly time up there," said Fitzgerald.

The gulls swooped, as they crossed and recrossed the milky wake.

"Better time than I deserved." "Are you still worried about that adventure ?" Laura demanded.