There's no need to be nervous if you take proper care, but cars are not playthings to be trifled with." They had reached a part of the country which Miss Beach had known as a child.

She had not visited it since, and was interested to see again spots which had once been familiar.
"I remember the river perfectly," she said.

"And that hill, with the wood where we used to get blackberries in the autumn.

I wonder if the wild daffodils still grow in Chipden Marsh! It's fifty years since I gathered them! Shall we go and see?
They ought just to be out now, and it's really not late yet." Winona was only too delighted to prolong the day's outing, and would not have demurred if Aunt Harriet had proposed returning home by moonlight.
She caught eagerly at the suggestion of finding daffodils.

Though half-a-century had sped by Miss Beach remembered the way, and drove through many by-lanes to a tract of low-lying pasture land that bordered the river.