"Women are not always thinking of their new bonnets," she answered.
Old Sharon, to all appearance, dropped the subject there.

He lifted his lean brown forefinger and pointed again--this time to a house at a short distance from them.

"That's a farmhouse, surely ?" he said.

"I'm thirsty after my roll down the hill.

Do you think, Miss, they would give me a drink of milk ?" "I am sure they would," said Isabel.