She was bareheaded, for the c of the tent projected a few feet to form an awning overhead. The gentle breeze whibsp;had rin with sundown stirred the soft brown tendrils of hair on her temples, and fluttered her pink cotton gown a little. She stood very still, with her arms hanging and her hands clasped looly in front of her. There was about her whole attitude an air of studied quiet whibsp;in some vague fashion the slight clasp of her hands atuated. Her face, with its tightly, almidly clod lips, would have been quite in keeping with the impression of scious calm which her entire prence suggested, had it not been that when she raid her eyes a strange tradi to this idea was afforded. They were large gray eyes, unusually bright and rather startling in effect, for they emed the only live thing about her.
She was bareheaded, for the c of the tent projected a few feet to form an awning overhead. The gentle breeze whibsp;had rin with sundown stirred the soft brown tendrils of hair on her temples, and fluttered her pink cotton gown a little. She stood very still, with her arms hanging and her hands clasped looly in front of her. There was about her whole attitude an air of studied quiet whibsp;in some vague fashion the slight clasp of her hands atuated. Her face, with its tightly, almidly clod lips, would have been quite in keeping with the impression of scious calm which her entire prence suggested, had it not been that when she raid her eyes a strange tradi to this idea was afforded. They were large gray eyes, unusually bright and rather startling in effect, for they emed the only live thing about her.
Gleaming from her still, t fabsp;there was something almost alarming in their brillianbsp;They softened with a sudden glow of pleasure as they rested on the translut green of the wheat-fields under the broad generous sunlight, and then wandered to where the pure vivid yellow of the mustard-flower spread in waves to the ba of the hills, now mystically veiled in radianbsp;She stood motionless, watg their melting, elusive ges from palpitating ro to the transparent purple of amethyst. The stillness of evening was broken by the monotonous, not unmusibsp;creaking of a Persian wheel at some little distanbsp;to the left of the tent. The well stood in a little grove of trees; between their branches she could e, wheurned her head, the coloured saris of the village women, where they stood in groups chattering as they drew the water, and the little naked brown babies that toddled beside them or sprawled on the hard grouh the trees. From the village of flat-roofed mud hous uhe low hill at the back of the tents, other women were crossing the plain toward the well, their terra-cotta water-jars poid easily on their heads, casting long shadows on the sun-baked ground as they came.