I suppose the neighborhood has its advantages.

It looks dull enough, to my mind." Isabel had hitherto modestly restricted her exertions to keeping Tommie quiet on her lap.

Like Mr.Troy, she occasionally looked at her aunt--and she now made a timid attempt to defend the neighborhood as a duty that she owed to Miss Pink.
"Oh, my Lady! don't say it's a dull neighborhood," she pleaded.

"There are such pretty walks all round us.

And, when you get to the hills, the view is beautiful." Lady Lydiard's answer to this was a little masterpiece of good-humored contempt.