He had scarcely gone ere another appeared on the road, a slim pale child, dressed in some stuff that gleamed like satin, and mounted on a pony....

The spectacle delighted her, for it brought her in mind of the princes she had been told of in fairytales.

And there was the ring, worn over a saffron riding glove....
A sudden weakness made her swoon; and out of it she woke to a consciousness of the hut where she lay.

She had thought she was dead and in heaven among fair children, and the waking made her long for her own child.

Surely that was Abe in the doorway....