Then he snapped his fingers to Bistre and went on down the slope.
An image should appear at this position in the text. To use the entire page scan as a placeholder, edit this page and replace "{{missing image}}" with "{{raw image|An orchard princess (IA orchardprincess00barbiala).pdf/112}}". Otherwise, if you are able to provide the image then please do so. For guidance, see Wikisource:Image guidelines and Help:Adding images. |  |
As before, she was all in white,—white
as fresh and clean as the April
morning itself. The sleeves of her
waist were pushed back to her elbows
and the slim, rounded arms gleamed
like new ivory. A white linen stock
was about her neck and the ends were
thrown over one shoulder. The white
skirt had been turned up across her
knees, away from the wet grass, and
from beneath the lace of the underskirt
two slender, tan-clad ankles
moved restlessly. She was painting
busily in an effort to catch the tender
tints of early morning, and her brush
flew eagerly from palette to canvas
and from canvas to palette. The blue-checked
painting apron had fallen unnoticed
from her lap, her cheeks were
flushed a deeper pink by the little tur-
