There are plenty of bare snowy hills there too in winter.

But I think the summers and the harvests are as delightful as anything can be, except--" "Except what ?" "Don't make me say what will make you angry with me." "Now you must, else I shall fancy something that will make me _more_ angry." "Except your face, then," said Alec, frightened at his own boldness, but glancing at her shyly.
She flushed a little, but did not look angry.
"I don't like that," she said.

"It makes one feel awkward." "At least," rejoined Alec, emboldened, "you must allow it is your own fault." "I can't help my face," she said, laughing.
"Oh! you know what I mean.

You made me say it." "Yes, after you had half-said it already.

Don't do it again." And there followed more of such foolish talk, uninteresting to my readers.
"Where were you at school ?" asked Alec, after a pause.