"You must be tired after your long walk." "Tired?
Oh no, I love walking, and am very strong, but we can rest till the others come up." And sitting down together they watched the gold fish in the fountain's rustic basin.

Through the glass they could see the sparkling frosty branches outside against the pale blue sky of a winter's day, the sun shining round and red through the afternoon haze.
"What a glorious day," said Gwenda at last.
"Yes," answered Will, adding a little under his breath, "one I shall never forget." There was something in the tone of his voice which caused a little flutter of consciousness under Gwenda's fur necklet.

She made no answer, and, after a moment, changed the subject, though with no displeasure in her voice.
"Do you see those prismatic colours in the spray ?" "Yes, beautiful!" answered Will, rather absently.
He was wondering whether all this was a dream--that he, Will Owen of Garthowen Farm, was sitting here under the palms and exotics with Miss Gwenda Vaughan of Nantmyny.

At last Gwenda rallied him.
"You are dreaming," she said playfully.
"I am afraid I am." At this moment the rest of the party appeared, and they all returned to the house together.
Will looked at his watch.
"I think I must go," he said.

"I have a lecture to attend." "Well," said his uncle, "we won't detain you from that.