Perhaps preoccupied with her emotions, she did not immediately withdraw it, as she went on rapidly: "And if you were cooped up here, day after day, behind these bars," pointing to the grille, "you'd know what I suffer." "But"-- began Clarence.
"Hush!" said Susy, with a stamp of her little foot.
Clarence, who had only wished to point out that the whole lower end of the garden wall was in ruins and the grille really was no prevention, "hushed." "And listen! Don't pay me much attention to-day, but talk to HER," indicating the still discreet and distant Mary, "before father and mother.

Not a word to her of this confidence, Clarence.

To-morrow ride out alone on your beautiful horse, and come back by way of the woods, beyond our turning, at four o'clock.

There's a trail to the right of the big madrono tree.

Take that.