She passed Barney Thayer's new house; then she came opposite the field where he was at work ploughing, driving a white horse, stooping to his work in his blue frock.
Rose stood still and looked at him; then she walked on a little way; then she paused again.

Barney never looked around at her.

There was the width of a field between them.
Finally Rose went through the open bars into the first field.

She crossed it slowly, holding up her skirts where there was a wet gleam through darker grass, and getting a little nosegay of violets with a busy air, as if that were what she had come for.

She passed through the other bars into the second field, and Barney was only a little way from her.