And so August hung his elbow around the top of the bay horse's hames, and talked to Julia.
It is the highest praise of the German heart that it loves flowers and little children; and like a German and like a lover that he was, August began to speak of the anemones and the violets that were already blooming in the corners of the fence.

Girls in love are not apt to say any thing very fresh.

And Julia only said she thought the flowers seemed happy in the sunlight In answer to this speech, which seemed to the lover a bit of inspiration, he quoted from Schiller the lines: "Yet weep, soft children of the Spring; The feelings Love alone can bring Have been denied to you!" With the quick and crafty modesty of her sex, Julia evaded this very pleasant shaft by saying: "How much you know, August! How do you learn it ?" [Illustration: A TALK WITH A PLOWMAN.] And August was pleased, partly because of the compliment, but chiefly because in saying it Julia had brought the sun-bonnet in such a range that he could see the bright eyes and blushing face at the bottom of this _camera-oscura_.

He did not hasten to reply.

While the vision lasted he enjoyed the vision.