After breakfast, Masbeth retired to the study to write up the notes Ichabod had made on the tour on the previous day, and Ichabod and Katrina went on their walk.
They crossed the beach, where Ichabod got sand in his boots. They climbed the rocks, where Ichabod grazed the palms of his hands. They walked through the long grass and into a meadow, where Ichabod was chased by a small herd of cows, and had to jump two fences and crawl beneath a bramble bush to escape.
"Oh my poor Ichabod," Katrina soothed, as they later rested next to a babbling brook.
"It's been a trying morning," Ichabod agreed with a slow shake of his head.
With a touch of her hand and a look in her eye, Ichabod knew things were about to get much better.