In a moment appeared a young man with a fishing rod and a bag slung over his shoulder.

His gray and white striped flannel trousers were rolled to his knees.

His fair skin and the fair hair waving about his forehead were exposed by the flapping-brimmed straw hat set upon the back of his head.

His voice, a strong and manly tenor, was sending up those steeps a song she had never heard before--a song in Italian.

She had not seen what he looked like when she remembered herself and hastily fell back from view.