There were hunters and horses and dogs and ladies.

Mary felt as if she were in the forest with them.
Out of a deep window she could see a great climbing stretch of land which seemed to have no trees on it, and to look rather like an endless, dull, purplish sea.
"What is that ?" she said, pointing out of the window.
Martha, the young housemaid, who had just risen to her feet, looked and pointed also.
"That there ?" she said.
"Yes." "That's th' moor," with a good-natured grin.

"Does tha' like it ?" "No," answered Mary.

"I hate it." "That's because tha'rt not used to it," Martha said, going back to her hearth.

"Tha' thinks it's too big an' bare now.