142 THE COUSINS.

than in the more crowded streets. There were
only a few children trundling their hoops in
the wide walks, and though Lucy looked sadly
at them at first, contrasting their light, active
movements with her own limping gait, she soon
forgot them in her enjoyment of the bright, warm,
sunshine, and the clear, bracing air, and in the
beauty of the many-coloured leaves which the
breeze every moment swept from the trees upon
her path. Her walk, on the whole, had been so
pleasant that she was sorry when her father,
looking at his watch, said that his hour had
passed, and they must return home.