My travel-stained suit I exchanged for knickerbockers and a belted jacket.

I went down to supper; it was a simple affair, and I was made to feel at home.

From the dining-room I caught a momentary flash of white skirts in the barroom.
"Ah," I thought; "a barmaid.

If she is pretty it will be a diversion." In the course of my wanderings I had seen few barmaids worth looking at twice.
When the table was cleared I lit a cigar and strolled into the gardens.
The evening air was delicious with the smell of flowers, still wet with rain.

The spirit of the breeze softly whispered among the branches above me.