Now ensued a spell of calm weather, with a film of haze over the sky.
Or, at least, Mr. Bud might have later news of him than Mrs. Haze had.
In the morning he made a swift breakfast, and was off to Mrs. Haze's.
The haze was like a curtain all round us, and there were we three in the middle of it.
There was a bit of a haze, and you could not see more than a few hundred yards.