Anna Chapin Ray, Janet: Her Winter in Quebec — Chapter 1 (1906)
“ And, meanwhile, Day and Ronald had crossed a wide strip of open pasture, skirted the edge of a little lake and plunged into a belt of woodland where the shadows rested heavily over the rough, uneven turf. Less than half an hour later, they were sitting in the shade of Fort Number One, Ronald in an embrasure of the old gray wall, Day mounted upon an insecure flight of steps by which her companion had clambered to his present position. "You'd much better come up," Ronald urged hospitably, as he swung his heels to and fro against the masonry of his lofty perch. ”
