The Storys are at the top of the hill; you know Mr.and Mrs.Story.
She and I go backward and forward on donkeyback to tea-drinking and gossiping at one another's houses, and our husbands hold the reins.

Also Robert and I make excursions, he walking as slowly as he can to keep up with my donkey.

When the donkey trots we are more equal.

The other day we were walking, and I, attracted by a picturesque sort of ladder-bridge of loose planks thrown across the river, ventured on it, without thinking of venturing.

Robert held my hand.