And then she returned, saying, that she and her sister would obey their uncle's behest; but that her mother would prefer to remain at home.

"There are the peas to be eaten, you know," said Lily.
"Send them up to the Great House," said Bernard.
"Hopkins would not allow it," said Lily.

"He calls that a mixing of things.

Hopkins doesn't like mixings." And then when the game was over, they sauntered about, out of the small garden into the larger one, and through the shrubberies, and out upon the fields, where they found the still lingering remnants of the haymaking.

And Lily took a rake, and raked for two minutes; and Mr Crosbie, making an attempt to pitch the hay into the cart, had to pay half-a-crown for his footing to the hay-makers; and Bell sat quiet under a tree, mindful of her complexion; whereupon Mr Crosbie, finding the hay-pitching not much to his taste, threw himself under the same tree also, quite after the manner of Apollo, as Lily said to her mother late in the evening.
Then Bernard covered Lily with hay, which was a great feat in the jocose way for him; and Lily in returning the compliment, almost smothered Mr Crosbie,--by accident.
"Oh, Lily," said Bell.
"I'm sure I beg your pardon, Mr Crosbie.