Jake said: "Ain't thet too bad?
Not half growed, an' sure too late now." Near at hand Lenore saw the short immature dirty-whitish wheat, and she realized that it was ruined.
"It's been gettin' worse, Jake," remarked Anderson.

"Most of this won't be cut at all.

An' what is cut won't yield seedlings.

I see a yellow patch here an' there on the north slopes, but on the most part the Bend's a failure." "Father, you remember Dorn's section, that promised so well ?" asked Lenore.
"Yes.

But it promised only in case of rain.