With increasing means the Dales still refrained from frivolous additions to household expenditure.

There should certainly be hills and dales,—on a small scale; and above all, there should be running water.

The district was a wild jungle, interspersed with sweeps of hill and dales, and numerous creeks.

That night, in the cheerless parlor of the Dales, she wrote in watery ink to Maurice that she could not meet him in Paris.