J. S. Fletcher

“ Hasn't he said anything to you about it?”
“We haven't spoken a word to each other since I gave him a piece of my mind about meeting him and her in Low Field Lane,” said Susan Kate. “Nay, if he prefers her to me, he can have her, and welcome. I shall have naught no more to do with young men—they're that fickle!”
“Shall you go to the flower show, Susan Kate?” I inquired.
“No, I shan't!” snapped out Susan Kate. “They can have it to themselves, and then they'll happen be suited.” ”

“ There were the people who came and went about the farm—ruddy-faced and brown-faced men, young maidens, and old crones, children in all stages of youthfulness. And there was also John William, and there was Susan Kate.
John William Marriner—who was usually spoken of as John Willie—was the elder of the two laborers who lived in the house. He was a youth of apparently one and twenty years of age, and as straight and strong as a promising ash sapling. ”

“ John Willie carrying Susan Kate's umbrella.
Sometimes they went for walks on a Sunday afternoon. I more than once encountered them on these occasions, and curiously observed the manner of their love-making. We invariably met in shady lanes or woodland paths—Mr. Marriner in his Sunday suit, with some hedgerow flower in his buttonhole, invariably came first, bearing Miss Sutton's umbrella, with which he would occasionally switch the grass; Miss Sutton, very rosy-cheeked, followed at a distance Of two yards. ”