"Oh, we never burn," said Charlotte cheerfully; but after a little Midge got up and put on the rather smart little towelling jacket that Aunt Lucy had made for her.
"I think I'll go for a little walk," she murmured.
Charlotte opened her eyes and gazed at her in surprise. Midge was one of the laziest creatures imaginable and could lie about doing nothing almost indefinitely. As for walking, she had never, as far as Charlotte knew, voluntarily taken a walk in her life.
From SUSAN'S KIND HEART, Chapter 3, Galloping Hooves.