No wonder mother didn't want them to work.
Laddie had reached through the garden fence and hooked a bunch of red tulips and yellow daffodils.

The red was at Jo's ear, and the yellow at Ned's, and they did look fine.

So did he! Big, strong, clean, a red flower in his floppy straw hat band; and after he drove through the gate, he began a shrill, fifelike whistle you could have heard a half mile: "See the merry farmer boy, tramp the meadows through, Swing his hoe in careless joy, while dashing off the dew.
Bobolink in maple high, trills a note of glee, Farmer boy in gay reply now whistles cheerily." The chorus was all whistle, and it was written for folks who could.

It went up until it almost split the echoes, and Laddie could easily sail a measure above the notes.

He did it too.