I have just the nicest times.

Winnie and I tipped over last spring,--clear over, splash!" "You will ruin your complexion," remarked her aunt, laying down her novel.
"I suppose you never wear a veil." "A veil?
Dear me, no! I can't bear the feeling of a veil.

I wore one in the cars through, to keep the cinders off.

Then, besides that, I row and coast, and,--oh, I forgot, walking on the fences; it's real fun if you don't tumble off." _"Walking on the fences!"_ "Oh, yes.

I always go in the fields where there's nobody round.