Adoniram drove, and the three women sat up straight, and looked out with a strange interest, as if they had never seen the landscape before.

The meadows were all filmy with cobwebs; there were patches of corn in the midst of them, and the long blades drooped limply.

The flies swarmed thickly over the horse's back.

The air was scalding; there was a slight current of cool freshness from the dewy ground, but it would soon be gone.
"It ain't goin' to rain," said Mrs.Babcock, "there's cobwebs on the grass, but it's goin' to be terrible hot." They reached the station fifteen minutes before the train.

After Adoniram had driven away, they sat in a row on a bench on the platform, with their baggage around them.