Sometimes the Enderley villagers, or the Tod children, who were a grade above these, and decidedly "respectable," would appear and have a game of play at the foot of the slope, their laughter rising up to where I lay.

Or some old woman would come with her pails to the spring below, a curious and very old stone well, to which the cattle from the common often rushed down past me in bevies, and stood knee-deep, their mouths making glancing circles in the water as they drank.
Being out of doors almost all day, I saw very little of the inhabitants of our cottage.

Once or twice a lady and gentleman passed, creeping at the foot of the slope so slowly, that I felt sure it must be Mr.March and his daughter.

He was tall, with grey hair; I was not near enough to distinguish his features.

She walked on the further side, supporting him with her arm.