Let us cross the burn and walk in the fields." The fields were reaped, lay in tawny stubble.

The path ran by this and by a lichened stone wall.

Overhead, swallows were skimming.

Heath and bracken, rolled the colored hills.

The air swam cool and golden, with a smell of the harvest earth.
"Elspeth, I stayed away years and years and years, and I stayed away not one hour!" She stopped; she stood with her back to the wall.