Then I saw an old woman and child coming along the road.

We were walking along the side of the road.

I know this because one morning last week I was sitting by the curb in a Coleman camp chair waiting for them to get up.

Nearing the central part her echoes were intruded on by other sounds; and seeing the barn not far off the road, she guessed these to be the utterances of the preacher.

The bus pulled into the side of the road to let the cars pass.