And Fanny went away across the fields toward home. She could see the chimney of her house smoking in the distance against the red sunset sky.
On the way she met Antony, the gardener's little boy, who said to her:
"Are you coming to play with me?"
"No," replied Fanny, "I'm not coming to play with you because my grandmother told me not to stop. But I'll give you an apple, because I like you very much."
Antony took the apple and kissed Fanny nicely.