she was wearing a calico apron over her dress, an apron that had evidently been designed for a large woman. swathed in its folds, she suggested a child playing at being grown up. her sleeves were rolled back to the elbow, and her slim arms dripped with water. strands of brown hair were blowing loose in the evening breeze. to john she had never seemed so bewitchingly pretty. he stared at her till the pallor of her face gave way to a warm red glow.