Didn't that girl say: 'Keep along to the left'?
Perhaps we'd better ask again." They verified their instructions from a boy who was standing in the farmyard, whittling a stick, and trudged away over a stubble field and through a turnstile gate.

It was quite pretty along the path by the river.

There was a tall hedge where hips and haws showed red, and a grassy border where a few wild flowers still bloomed.

The sun shed a soft golden autumnal haze over the fields and bushes and the lines of yellow trees.
The girls rather enjoyed themselves; it was an unexpected country excursion, and had all the charm of novelty.

They walked about half a mile, chatting about school matters as they went, then suddenly they were confronted by an alternative.