Yet here was a girl who might be supposed to be bored.
Still, she did not appear to be.

That warm glance was not politeness.
"Yes, I'd like to hear every word you can say about wheat," she said, with an encouraging little nod.
"Sure she would," added Anderson, with an affectionate hand on her shoulder.

"She's a farmer's daughter.

She'll be a farmer's wife." He laughed at this last sally.

The girl blushed.