Miss Cadwallader was glad of any thing that promised a little variety, so she very willingly made one.
It was a pleasant September day, the great heats gone, a gentler state of the air and the light; summer was just falling gracefully into her place behind the advancing autumn.
It was exceeding pleasant walking, through the still air, and Elizabeth and her cousin enjoyed it.

But little Winifred was loaded down with two baskets, one in each hand.

They went so for some time.
"Winnie," said Elizabeth at last, "give me one of those -- I'll carry it." "O no!" said the little girl looking up in some surprise, -- "they're not very heavy -- I don't want any help." "Give it to me; you shan't carry 'em both." "Then take the other one," said Winifred, -- "thank you, Miss Elizabeth -- I'm just going to take this in to father, in the field here." "In the field where?
I don't see anybody." "O because the corn is so high.

You'll see 'em directly.

This is the bend-meadow lot.