"Give it to me!" She snatched up the doll and thrust it into the fishing creel, tossed the coin into Lizzie's basket, and taking Comedy by the bridle, moved up the path.
"She've adopted en!" They laughed and called out to Lizzie that she was in luck's way.

But Taffy saw the child's face as she stared into the empty basket, and that it was perplexed and forlorn.
"Why did you do that ?" he asked, as he caught up with Honoria.
She did not answer.
And now they turned away from the sea, and struck a high road which took them between upland farms and across the ridge of cultivated land to a valley full of trees.

A narrow path led inland up this valley.

They had followed it under pale green shadows, in Indian file, the pony at Honoria's heels and Taffy behind, and stepped out into sunlight again upon a heathery moor where a trout stream chattered and sparkled.

And there by a granite bridge they found George fishing, with three small trout shining on the turf beside him.
This was a day which Taffy remembered all his life, and yet most confusedly.