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