An exquisite, impalpable haze idealized all nature.
Right and left the reapers swept their sharp sickles through the ripe wheat.

The women went after them, binding the sheaves, and singing among the yellow swaths shrill, wild songs, full of simple modulations.
The squire's field was busy as a fair; and the idle young people sat under the oaks, or walked slowly in the shadow of the hedges, pulling poppies and wild flowers, and realizing all the poetry of a pastoral life, without any of its hard labor or its vulgar cares.

Mrs.Sandal had given them a basket with berries and cake and cream in it.

They were all young enough to get pleasantly hungry in the open air, all young enough to look upon berries and cake and cream as a distinct addition to happiness.

They set out a little feast under the trees, and called the squire to come and taste their dainties.
He was standing, without his coat and vest, on the top of a loaded wain, the very embodiment of a jovial, handsome, country gentleman.