One of the haymaking girls was very proud because she had not lost a single wooden tooth out of her rake, for it is easy to break or pull them out.

In the next field the mowers, one behind the other in echelon, left each his swathe as he went.

The tall bennets with their purplish anthers, the sorrel, and the great white 'moon-daisies' fell before them.

Cicely would watch till perhaps the sharp scythe cut a frog, and the poor creature squealed with the pain.
Then away along the hedge to the pond in the corner, all green with 'creed,' or duckweed, when one of the boys about the place would come timidly up to offer a nest of eggs just taken, and if she would speak to him would tell her about his exploits 'a-nisting,' about the bombarrel tit--a corruption apparently of nonpareil--and how he had put the yellow juice of the celandine on his 'wurrut' to cure it.

Then they pulled the plantain leaves, those that grew by the path, to see which could draw out the longest 'cat-gut;' the sinews, as it were, of the plant stretching out like the strings of a fiddle.
In the next meadow the cows had just been turned into fresh grass, and were lazily rioting in it.