"It's a very jolly place to sit."

"Very charming," said the young girl. "I often sit here;
there are all kinds of cozy corners--as if they had been
made on purpose."

"Ah! I suppose you have had some of them made," said the young man.

Miss Alden looked at him a moment. "Oh no, we have had nothing made.
It's pure nature."

"I should think you would have a few little benches--rustic seats
and that sort of thing. It might be so jolly to sit here, you know,"
Lord Lambeth went on.

"I am afraid we haven't so many of those things as you,"
said the young girl thoughtfully.

"I daresay you go in for pure nature, as you were saying.
Nature over here must be so grand, you know." And Lord Lambeth
looked about him.

The little coast line hereabouts was very pretty, but it was not
at all grand, and Miss Alden appeared to rise to a perception
of this fact. "I am afraid it seems to you very rough," she said.
"It's not like the coast scenery in Kingsley's novels."

"Ah, the novels always overdo it, you know," Lord Lambeth rejoined.
"You must not go by the novels."