When we were going along the upper road, between the high hedges, what do you think I saw ?" Chris had been going on with his pudding again, but he paused to make a guess.
"A large cannon, just going off ?" "No.

If I'd seen that, you wouldn't have seen any more of me.

I saw masses of wild clematis scrambling everywhere, so that the hedge looked as if somebody had been dressing it up in tufts of feathers." As she said this, Lady Catherine held out her hand to me across the table very kindly.

She has a fat hand, covered with rings, and I put my hand into it.
"And what do you think came into my head ?" she asked.
"Toast and water," said Chris, maliciously.
"No, you monkey.

I began to think of hedgeflowers, and travellers, and Traveller's Joy." Aunt Catherine shook my hand here, and dropped it.
"And you thought how nice it was for the poor travellers to have such nice flowers," said Chris, smiling, and wagging his head up and down.
"Nothing of the kind," said Aunt Catherine, brusquely.