A youth came walking down the road beyond the fence. Some distance off, he caught sight of the girl, and watched her critically as he came up.
"This must be the one they spoke of," he said to himself. "The girl that's proud beyond winning!"
The girl's slender figure straightened as she rose from her stooping position, and threw back the plaited hair that had fallen forward over one shoulder; she bowed her head in demure self-consciousness.
"She's all they say, by her looks," thought the youth, and slackened his steps involuntarily as he passed.
The girl watched him covertly. "So that's the one they've all been talking about," she said to herself. "The one that's not like any of the rest."
She bent down to fill her can.
"Shall I speak to her?" the young man asked himself.
"But suppose she'll have nothing to do with you?"
"H'm. 'Twould be the first that ever took it so!" And he smiled.
The girl bent over her work again; the young man came nearer.