Spring SowingIt was still dark when Martin Delaney and his wife Mary got up
Martin stood in his shirt by the window, rubbing his eyes and yawning, while Mary raked out the live coals that had lain hidden in the ashes on the hearth all night
Outside , cocks were crowing and a white streak was rising form the ground , as it were, and beginning to scatter the darkness
It was a February morning, dry , cold and starry
The couple sat down to their breakfast of tea, bread and butter, in silence
They had only been married the previous autumn and it was hateful leaving a warm bed at such and early hour
Martin, with his brown hair and eyes, his freckled face and his little fair moustache, looked too young to be married, and his wife looked hardly more than a girl, red-cheeked and blue—eyed, her