A man ought to be able to trust to his feet all day, and to nothing else." "In fact--a tramp," suggested Raymond.
"Possibly.

I think I should like to have been a gypsy, and to have wandered about, finding a new home every night." "And a change of linen on the early morning hedges," said Raymond.

"But do you think seriously that you and your sister are suitably clad to commence to-night.

It is bitterly cold," he added, turning up his collar.

"Could you begin by showing a pal the nearest haystack or hen-roost ?" "Sybarite!" She cast a long look over the fields and down the lane.
Suddenly she started.