He holds a rake and pitchfork in his hand, and leans upon them for support.

Gazing into his face is a rough, surly-looking youth, who seems cordially to agree with all that he says.
Leaning against the wall that flanks the gate on the side opposite that which supports the girl, are another man and woman, who cast from time to time pitying glances at the pale face beneath the straw bonnet.

These are as raggedly picturesque in their attire as the rest--a short red petticoat, a blanket substituted for a shawl, and a bundle on the back, distinguish the female; a long great coat and short trousers the male.
They are deep in conversation upon the common theme.

A young man of more stalwart figure stands beside the girl, and failing to attract her attention, kneels down on one knee and speaks low to her.

A little boy is seated at her feet, alternately stroking her hands, and stirring up a small puddle of water with a short stick.