“Maids in the warmth of a summer day

Dream of love and of love alway.”

“Maids in the warmth of a summer day Dream of love and of love alway.”

And all the rest was about birds and sunshine and green leaves.

Sometimes he appeared suddenly behind Emma, bareheaded, and she drew back with a cry. Hivert made fun of him. He would advise him to get a booth at the Saint Romain fair, or else ask him, laughing, how his young woman was.