Whoever had mowed the hay had evidently been engaged also in a further clearing of the land beyond, and there was a small patch where tomatoes and pea vines lay neglected in the sun; the peas had been gathered weeks before, but the tomatoes, later in ripening, hung there turning rich and red.

Ann went on across the cleared space.

Following the track, she came to a thick bit of bush beyond, where a long cutting had been made, just wide enough for a cart to pass through.
There was no other way out; Ann must walk through this long green passage.

No knight in a fairy tale ever entered path that looked more remote from the world's thoroughfares.

When she had walked a mile she came to an opening where the ground dipped all round to a bottom which had evidently at some time held water, for the flame-weed that grew thick upon it stood even, the tops of its magenta flowers as level as a lake--it was, in fact, a lake of faded crimson lying between shores of luxuriant green.