But no: this woman had been planned and kept by God for higher uses than daughter or wife or mother.

It was his part to put her work into her hands.
The road was creeping drowsily now between high grass-banks, out through the hills.

A sleepy, quiet road.

The restless dust of the town never had been heard of out there.

It went wandering lazily through the corn-fields, down by the river, into the very depths of the woods,--the low October sunshine slanting warmly down it all the way, touching the grass-banks and the corn-fields with patches of russet gold.