"I'm so glad I could come." "So are we," she replied.

"A lark in the woods wouldn't be half the fun with our forester missing." "Back to nature for me, every time," he exclaimed, taking a deep breath and looking about him, his face aglow with forest worship.
"I love the woods, too," said Grace, "almost enough to wish I were a gypsy." On down the shady wood road they traveled, sometimes stopping to watch a squirrel or a chipmunk or to knock down a few burrs from the chestnut trees they occasionally found along the way.

Once they stopped and played hide and seek for half an hour.

By one o'clock they were ravenously hungry.

Hippy clamored incessantly for food.
"Let us feed him at once, and have peace," exclaimed Nora.