-- And then the expenses are something." "Less to us," said Winthrop, "because we do so much of the labour ourselves." "Here's your dinner, Winthrop," said Winifred; -- "shall I set it under the tree ?" "Yes -- no, Winifred, -- you may leave it here." "Then stop and eat it now, Governor, won't you?
-- don't wait any longer." He gave his little sister a look and a little smile, that told of an entirely other page of his life, folded in with the ploughing experience; a word and look very different from any he had given his questioners.

Other indications Elizabeth's eye had caught under 'the tree,' -- a single large beech tree which stood by the fence some distance off.

Two or three books lay there.
"Do you find time for reading here in the midst of your ploughing, Mr.Winthrop ?" "Not much -- sometimes a little in the noon-spell," he answered, colouring slightly.
They left him and walked on to visit Rufus.

Elizabeth led near enough to the tree to make sure, what her keen eye knew pretty well already, that one of the books was the very identical old brown-covered Greek and Latin dictionary that she had seen in the boat.

She passed on and stood silent by Rufus's plough.
"Well, we've come to see you, Rufus," said Miss Cadwallader.
"I thought you had come to see my brother," said he.
"I didn't come to see either one or the other," said Elizabeth.