‘And pretty country?’
‘Trust her papa for that.’
‘Nice for walking and running over fields? No rich people?’
‘How escape that rabble in England! as Colney says. It’s a place for being quite independent of neighbours, free as air.’
‘Oh! bravo!’
‘And Fredi will have her horse, and mama her pony-carriage; and Fredi can have a swim every Summer morning.’
‘A swim?’ Her note was dubious. ‘A river?’
‘A good long stretch—fairish, fairish. Bit of a lake; bathing-shed; the Naiad’s bower: pretty water to see.’
‘Ah. And has the house a name?’
‘Lakelands. I like the name.’