I was a young woman then, and I remember that sweet young face of hers so well.

Like Miss Rose, when she is not cross." Kate smiled at the winding up and went away.
"Where now ?" she asked, gayly.

"I am not half tired of sight-seeing.
Shall we explore the outside for a change?
Yes?
Then come and let us get our hats.

Your Canadian Novembers are of Arctic temperature." "Wait until our Decembers tweak the top of your imperial nose off," said Eeny, shivering in anticipation.

"Won't you wish you were back in England!" The yellow November sunshine glorified garden, lawn and meadow as Eeny led her sister through the grounds.