The old fellows who brought it and put it up with slow deliberative motions were far, far past the joy with which all the children about the farm hailed its arrival.
With grave faces and indifferent manner they ground the apples, and departed as slowly and deliberately as they came; verily men of the autumn, harbingers of the fall of the year.
As I dreamed with the honeysuckle over my shoulder, and Antares southwards, Hilary talked at intervals about his wheat as usual and the weather, but I only caught fragments of it.

All the signs were propitious, and as it had been a fine harvest under similar conditions before, people said it would be fine this time.

But, unlike the law, the weather acknowledged no precedent, and nobody could tell, though folk now thought they knew everything.

How all things had changed since the Queen ascended the throne! Not long since Hilary was talking with a labourer, an elderly man, who went to the feast in Overboro' town on the day of the coronation.

The feast was held in the market-place, and the puddings, said the old fellow regretfully, were so big they were brought in on hand-barrows.
It was difficult since he himself remembered even to learn the state of the markets.