"But what makes her walk so slow ?" "Well, I don't know," said Matilda.

"Why should she walk quick ?" Eleanor seemed struck by this reply, and after a few minutes' pause, said very gently, with a slight blush on her cheeks, "I'm afraid I have been walking too fast for you.

I'm used to walking with boys." We earnestly assured her that this was not the case, and that it was much better fun to walk with her than with Miss Perry, who used to dawdle so that we were often thoroughly chilled.
In the afternoon we took her to the Esplanade, when Matilda, from her knowledge of the people, took the lead in the conversation.

I was proud to walk on the other side of our new friend, with my best doll in my arms.

Aunt Theresa came with us, but she soon sat down to chat to a friend, and we three strolled up and down together.