. Country life reader . dden demand for careful work, however, at oncelowered Perkinss rate of speed. He fell rapidly behindand, after a few moments of further struggle, threw downhis hoe with a whoop and called out: Quitting time, Iguess. Perkins was white and panting, but Tim wasstill going at a racing pace and was just finishing his drill. Looks as if youve got him wound up sos he cant stop,remarked Haley. Then, turning to Perkins as if to changethe subject, he added: Looks to me as if that hay in thelower meadow is pretty nigh fit to cut. Guess wed betternot wait till next week. You best s
. Country life reader . dden demand for careful work, however, at oncelowered Perkinss rate of speed. He fell rapidly behindand, after a few moments of further struggle, threw downhis hoe with a whoop and called out: Quitting time, Iguess. Perkins was white and panting, but Tim wasstill going at a racing pace and was just finishing his drill. Looks as if youve got him wound up sos he cant stop,remarked Haley. Then, turning to Perkins as if to changethe subject, he added: Looks to me as if that hay in thelower meadow is pretty nigh fit to cut. Guess wed betternot wait till next week. You best start Tim on that withthe mower in the mornin. Then, taking a survey of theheavens, he added: Looks as if it might be a spell of goodweather. Meantime Cameron had sauntered to the endof the drill where Tim stood leaning quietly on his hoe. Tim, you are a turnip hoer! he said with warm ad-miration in his tone, and whats more, Tim, youre asport. Id like to handle you in something big. You will make a man yet. Ralph A MIDSUMMER SONG Oh, fathers gone to market-town: he was up before the day,And Jamies after robins, and the man is making whistling down the hollow goes the boy that minds the mill,While mother from the kitchen door is calling with a will:Polly ! Polly! The cows are in the corn !Oh, Wheres Polly? From all the misty morning air there comes a summer sound,A murmur as of waters, from skies and trees and birds they sing upon the wing, the pigeons bill and coo;And over hill and hollov/ rings again the loud halloo:Polly! Polly! The cows are in the corn!Oh, Wheres Polly?185 i86 COUNTRY LIFE READER Above the trees, the honey-bees swarm by with buzz and boom,And in the field and garden a thousand blossoms the farmers meadow a brown-eyed daisy blows,And down at the edge of the hollow a red and thorny Polly ! Polly ! The cows are in the corn !Oh, Wheres Polly? How strange at such a time of day the mill should stop its clatter!The f
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