It
was in May. The
sultry noon seemed endlessly long. The dry earth gaped with thirst in
the heat.
When
I heard from the riverside a voice calling, "Come, my
darling!"
I
shut my book and opened the window to look out.
I
saw a big buffalo with mud-stained hide, standing near the river with
placid, patient eyes; and a youth, kneedeep in water, calling it to its
bath.
I
smiled amused and felt a touch of sweetness in my heart.