And on the paths were babies in perambulators.
These were their happy hunting-grounds, and here they came each day to watch from a safe distance the little dirty girls sitting on the grass nursing little dirty boys, to listen to the ceaseless chatter of these common urchins, and learn to deal with the great problem of the lowest classes.

And babies sat in their perambulators, thinking and sucking india-rubber tubes.

Dogs went before them, and nursemaids followed after.
The spirit of colour was flying in the distant trees, swathing them with brownish-purple haze; the sky was saffroned by dying sunlight.

It was such a day as brings a longing to the heart, like that which the moon brings to the hearts of children.
Mr.Stone and Hilary sat down in the Broad Walk.
"Elm-trees!" said Mr.Stone.

"It is not known when they assumed their present shape.