He watched the girls swinging their little straw baskets daintily; his stupidly wondering eyes followed especially Rebecca Thayer.

Rebecca, in her black muslin, with her sweet throat fairly dazzling above the half-low bodice, and wound about twice with a slender gold chain, with her black silk apron embroidered with red roses, and beautiful face glowing with rich color between the black folds of her hair, held the instinctive attention of the boy.

He stared at her as she stood talking to another girl with her back quite turned upon all the young men, until his own sister touched him upon the shoulder with a sharp nudge of a bony little hand.
Amelia Ray's face, blonde like her brother's, but sharp with the sharpness of the thin and dark, was thrust into his.

"You must go right home now," declared her high voice.

"Mother said so." "I'm going to stay and help pick 'em," said Ezra, in a voice which was not affirmative.
"No, you ain't." "I can climb trees." "You've got to go right straight home.