"I shouldn't wonder," mused Donelle, now, standing in the road and eyeing the only other figure on the landscape, "I shouldn't wonder if that was Gavot's Tom. I'll just see!" So she walked on sedately and came upon her quarry unexpectedly.
"I believe," she said, showing her teeth in a friendly smile, "I believe you must be Tom Gavot."
The boy turned abruptly, spilling as he did so the shovelful of soft earth he was carrying.
"And—you—are Mam'selle's girl!"
Tom was very handsome with a frank, appealing look that seemed to deprecate the rags and sordidness that hampered his appearance.
"Yes. What are you doing?"
"Mending the roads. And you?"
"Taking a walk on the road you mend."
They both laughed at this, Tom flinging his head back, Donelle folding her arms over her slim body.
"How did you know me?" asked Tom.