When they set forth they simply knew that they should meet again in the neighborhood of the modest chapel.

Their life was that of the Umbrian beggars of the present day, going here and there as fancy dictated, sleeping in hay-lofts, in leper hospitals, or under the porch of some church.

So little had they any fixed domicile that Egidio, having decided to join them, was at considerable trouble to learn where to find Francis, and accidentally meeting him in the neighborhood of Rivo-Torto[9] he saw in the fact a providential leading.
They went up and down the country, joyfully sowing their seed.

It was the beginning of summer, the time when everybody in Umbria is out of doors mowing or turning the grass.

The customs of the country have changed but little.