And Susan read in her manner that the men were out of the way.
"No, I don't feel hungry," Susan replied.
She thought this was true; but when she was at the table she ate almost as heartily as she had the night before.

As Susan ate she gazed out into the back yard of the house, where chickens of all sizes, colors and ages were peering and picking about.

Through the fence of the kitchen garden she saw Lew, the farm hand, digging potatoes.

There were ripening beans on tall poles, and in the farther part the forming heads of cabbages, the sprouting melon vines, the beautiful fresh green of the just springing garden corn.

The window through which she was looking was framed in morning glories and hollyhocks, and over by the garden gate were on the one side a clump of elders, on the other the hardy graceful stalks of gaudily spreading sunflowers.