Father's getting in the corn." A few more steps accordingly brought them to a cleared part of the field, where the tall and thick cornstalks were laid on the ground.

There, at some distance, they saw the group of workers, picking and husking the yellow corn, the farm wagon standing by.

Little Winifred crept under the fence and went to them with her basket, and her companions stood at the fence looking.

There were Mr.Landholm, and Asahel, Mr.Doolittle and another man, seen here and there through the rows of corn.
Asahel sat by a heap, husking; Mr.Landholm was cutting down stalks; and bushel baskets stood about, empty, or with their yellow burden shewing above the top.
"I should think farmer's work would be pleasant enough," Rose remarked, as they stood leaning over the fence.
"It looks pretty," said Elizabeth.

"But I shouldn't like to pull corn from morning to night; and I don't believe you would." "O, but men have to work, you know," said Miss Cadwallader.
Winifred came back to them and they went on their way, but Elizabeth would not let her take the basket again.