After a large lunch they went down to the beach and to Fort Keeling across the waste, wind-bitten land that no builder had thought it worth his while to defile.

The winter breeze came in from the sea and sang about their ears.
'Maisie,' said Dick, 'your nose is getting a crude Prussian blue at the tip.
I'll race you as far as you please for as much as you please.' She looked round cautiously, and with a laugh set off, swiftly as the ulster allowed, till she was out of breath.
'We used to run miles,' she panted.

'It's absurd that we can't run now.' 'Old age, dear.

This it is to get fat and sleek in town.

When I wished to pull you hair you generally ran for three miles, shrieking at the top of your voice.