The girl of the fields was quite beautiful
But she had dirty hands
And filthy nails
Martin and I sat on a nearby wall
And watched her work
She was aware of our idleness
But did not comment
One day I will teach her English
He said
I will educate her as I have educated myself
The girl who I will call Lizzie joined us for lunch
Martin treated her as his inferior
Although she chose to ignore his malice
For she loved him dearly
And that was all that mattered to her