The junior lieutenant opened the door and stood on the threshold, watching the American approach. The thought suddenly came to her that if she had Creighton, there was nothing to fear. She realized that she needed no one else but him.
Dawn was gradually and quietly spreading over the farm and through the fog. Fog lay over the overgrown pond, a promise of fine weather by noon, while the thick dew promised a rich harvest in the fall. Closer to the barn, wild rose bloomed majestically, clover shone white on the pasture where the goat grazed, and Olga caught a glimpse of the golden petals of Melampyrum nemorosum, the plant which Russians knew as “Ivan-and-Maria”. The morning gradually grew brighter, and birdsong came from the dense foliage. Such peace reigned over their surroundings that they
