A Stranger's View of the Village

The postman had said that some one special in the commercial hotel expected her. He introduced himself as john roland, an english painter who lived in italy. Mary did not remember exactly how it happened, but after a while he walked into the kitchen with them and sat down to tea two years since. She felt happiness such as she had not known for years. And it seemed to her that her happiness somehow glowed in the pearliness of the cold evening sky. In the cottage windows she passed her mother and father were rich and happy. The twin had no earache, and the kitchen fire did not smoke.