There was nothing else to do.

She walked round and round the gardens and wandered about the paths in the park.

Sometimes she looked for Ben Weatherstaff, but though several times she saw him at work he was too busy to look at her or was too surly.

Once when she was walking toward him he picked up his spade and turned away as if he did it on purpose.
One place she went to oftener than to any other.

It was the long walk outside the gardens with the walls round them.