The sky hung low, full of sunshine yet full of haze--an atmosphere of blue flame, and the earth was bright with the warm autumn colours of woods and hedgerow.
Just as the birds were flying past, a young woman came by upon the road, treading with quick powerful step upon the fallen leaves.

She was a poor woman; her beauty, which would have been almost perfect in a simpler gown, was marred by garments cut in cheap conformity to fashionable dress.

It could not be hidden, however, and her large symmetrical figure, swinging as she walked, attracted the attention of the man; as he stood there, leaning against the paling, he felt by no means disinclined to while away his hour of rest by a few soft words with the comely stranger.

If he had put his thoughts into words, he would have held it as good luck that she had come to amuse his leisure, thinking very little about luck as it concerned her.

His dog lying at his feet stirred to look at the woman, and the man, following the same instinct of nature, accosted her.
'Can you tell me, my girl, what time it is ?' She stopped short and looked at him.