Our valley was in such a quiet isolation, so far away from the main roads, that even a tramp or an importunate beggar were not to be feared.

The labourers going home from the fields touched their caps with a friendly "God save you kindly, Miss Bawn." The children by the cottage doors smiled at me shyly.

Even the dogs knew me.

It was the road I had taken to the Creamery and back every day; and I had been familiar with it from my childhood.
The sun was yet so hot on the exposed road that Dido and I were glad to get within the shelter of Daly's Wood.

Though the sun poured upon the wood it was cool within it and steeped in a golden haze.