"Go and take a walk then."
"What for, Kate?"
"Go out sketching."
"I feel very comfortable here."
"Go, I tell you; Daisy will show you the way; she knows Leigh by heart, and, for England, it is pretty enough."
Cornelius looked at me and I looked at Kate. She smoothed my hair and answered the look: "No, child, I can't go; bless you, my hands are full of domestic concerns, so make haste and get ready. Stay, I shall go with you."
She accompanied me to my room, opened my drawers and drew forth a white muslin frock.
"Put that on," she said; "do not open your eyes, but do as I bid you."
"If we walk in the grass—" I began.
"You will soil it,—what matter?"