They say that down by the end of the lake some people of the same parish have gone to law with one another.

Of a certainty the good God does not like that sort of thing!" Yet the Power at length was pleased to show indulgence, and the north-west wind blew for three days on end, steady and strong, promising a rainless week.

The scythes were long since sharpened and ready, and the five men set to work on the morning of the third day.
Legare, Esdras and the father cut; Da'Be and Tit'Be followed close on their heels, raking the hay together.

Toward evening all five took their forks in hand and made it into cocks, high and carefully built, lest a change of wind should bring rain.

But the sunshine lasted.