"I think it would probably bore you."
"Why bore me more than any other girls?"
"I didn't say so. But most young ladies of your age—"
"I'll soon be twenty-three; Julia is only twenty-four."
She could have bit her tongue out for her maladroitness.
"Julia? Ah, how is Julia?"
"This is pretty; let us stop here."
"All right. Driver, just pull up in that shade and wait for us."
They walked across the field, to a clump of trees by the Virginia rail-fence that separated them from the large market-garden on the other side.
"Now that I've come all this way," Val said, leaning against one of the elms, with her hands loosely clasped in front of her, "I want to run home and leave things to chance."