Now you take the spade and go right out and go to work in the garden.

It's time them beans are in, if they're going to be.

Your father has had to go down to the wood-lot and get a load of wood for Doctor Prescott, and here 'tis May and the garden not planted.

Go right along." All the time Jerome's mother talked, her little lean strong fingers flew, twirling bright colored rags in and out.

She was braiding a rug for this same Doctor Prescott's wife.
The bright strips spread and twirled over her like snakes, and the balls wherein the rags were wound rolled about the floor.