CHAPTER VI.
All the next day she sat under the yellow awning, but she sat alone.
It was market day; there were many strangers.

Flowers were in demand.

The copper pieces were ringing against one another all the hours through in her leathern bag.

The cobbler was in such good humor that he forgot to quarrel with his wife.

The fruit was in such plenty that they gave her a leaf-full of white and red currants for her noonday dinner.