Guess I'll clean up a little for supper." Anderson left the room, and, while Kathleen and Rose gleefully squabbled over the bundles, Lenore continued to gaze dreamily out of the window.
* * * * * That night Lenore went early to her room, despite the presence of some young people from a neighboring village.

She locked her door and sat in the dark beside her open window.
An early moon silvered the long slopes of wheat and made the alfalfa squares seem black.

A cool, faint, sweet breeze fanned her cheek.

She could smell the fragrance of apples, of new-mown hay, and she could hear the low murmur of running water.

A hound bayed off somewhere in the fields.