Some passengers boarded the train there and I heard a woman's low tones, a southern voice, rich and full. Then quiet again. Every nerve was tense: time passed, perhaps ten minutes, possibly half an hour. Then, without the slightest warning, as the train rounded a curve, a heavy body was thrown into my berth.

Four-panel mixed-media composition featuring clothwork techniques of applique, embroidery, and reverse applique […]

[…] a doddling old grandfather to act as sheep-dog, as a toothless, barkless, harmless guardian.

In the lightness of my heart I sang catches of songs as my horse gayly bore me along the well-remembered road.