Then his gaze wandered across to the mower, which was at the instant making the turn at the further corner, over by the tennis courts.

Finally, "Bossing the job ?" he asked, nodding toward the mower.
Clint smiled and shook his head.

"No, just--just loafing." "Hot, isn't it ?" The other pushed the gaily-ribboned hat to the back of his head and drew a pale lavender handkerchief across his forehead.
"Been moseying around over there in the woods," he continued when Clint had murmured agreement.

"Studying Nature in her manifold moods.

Nature is some warm today.