The chrysanthemums
- It was a time of quiet and waiting.
- A light wind blew up from the southwest so that the farmers were mildly hopeful of a good rain before long; but fog and rain do not go together.
- Her face was lean and strong and her eyes were as clear as water.
- Yes. They‘ll be strong this coming year.
- The irritation and resistance melted from Elisa‘s face.
- This was the only color in the grey afternoon.
- I don‘t know. I mean you look different, strong and happy.