Matilda and I used to have to wear veils to take care of our complexion." Eschewing veils and every unnecessary encumbrance, we set forth, followed by the dogs.

I had taken off my crinoline, because Eleanor said we might have to climb some walls, and I had borrowed a pair of her boots, because my own were so uncomfortable from being high-heeled and narrow-soled.

They were too thin for stony roads also, and, though they were prettily ornamented, they pinched my feet.
We went upwards from the Vicarage along hot roads bordered by stone walls.

At last we turned and began to go downwards, and as we stood on the top of the steep hill we were about to descend, Eleanor, with some pride in her tone, asked me what I thought of the view.
It was very beautiful.

The slopes of the purple hills were grand.