When smoke rose in that fashion, she remembered, it was sure sign of clear weather.

And then the thought came, "What if it had been raining!" She simply could not have got away.
As she interestedly watched the little house and its yard she saw hurrying through the burdock and dog fennel toward the base of her rock a determined looking hen.

Susan laughed silently, it was so obvious that the hen was on a pressing and secret business errand.

But almost immediately her attention was distracted to observing the movements of a human being she could obscurely make out through one of the windows just back of the chimney.

Soon she saw that it was a woman, cleaning up a kitchen after breakfast--the early breakfast of the farmhouse in summer.
What had they had for breakfast?
She sniffed the air.