Past the bungalow lay the open wold with miles of heather, gorse, and bracken, and a road edged with low, grassy fern-covered banks instead of walls.
The air blew freshly up here, and was far more bracing and healthy than down in the hollow of Grovebury.

The residents of the new suburb affected seaside fashions, and went their moorland walks without hats or gloves.
Ingred was joined in the tram-car by Hereward, who attended the King George's School, and made the journey daily.
"Getting quite used to it now!" he assured his sister airily.

"I had a terrific run yesterday for the train, but I caught it! There's another fellow in our form living up here, so we generally go together--Scampton, that chap in the cricket cap standing by the door.
He's A1.

He won't come near now, though, because he says he's terrified of girls.

He's going to give me a rabbit, and I shall make a hutch for it out of one of those packing-cases.