They explored the long orchard, strolled down the tamarack walk, and wandered round the fish pond.

But garden and orchard were all black with the November frost, the trees rattled skeleton arms, and the dead leaves drifted in the melancholy wind.

They strayed down the winding drive to the gate, and Kate could see the village of St.Croix along the quarter of a mile of road leading to it, with the sparkling river beyond.
"I should like to see the village," she said, "but perhaps you are tired." "Not so tired as that.

Let us go." "If I fatigue you to death, tell me so," said Kate.

"I am a great pedestrian.