Then Dorian, with shovel on shoulder, hastened to his irrigating.

The blossoming field of lucerne was usually a common enough sight, but now it was a stretch of sweet-scented waves of green and purple.
Mildred looked at the farmer boy until he disappeared behind the willow fence, then she began to pack up her things.

Presently, she heard some low bellowing, and, looking up, she saw a number of cows, with tails erect, galloping across the fields.

They had broken the fence, and were now having a gay frolic on forbidden grounds.

Mildred saw that they were making directly for the corner of the pasture where she was.