She tied on her own green sun-bonnet, stiffened with pasteboard, and went with it rattling against her ears across the fields to the one where her son was ploughing.

The grass was not wet, but she held her dress up high, showing her thick shoes and her blue yarn stockings, and took long strides.

Barney was guiding the plough past her when she came up.
"You stop a minute," she said, authoritatively.

"I want to speak to you." "Whoa!" said Barney, and pulled up the horse.

"Well, what is it ?" he said, gruffly, with his eyes upon the plough.
"You go this minute and set the men to work on your house again.