Dinner's most ready, and Dad'll be here soon." Lime was driving away furiously at a tough elm log when Farmer Bacon drove into the yard with a new seeder in his wagon.

Lime whacked away busily while Bacon stabled the team, and in a short time Marietta called, in a long-drawn, musical fashion: "Dinner-r-r!" After sozzling their faces at the well the two men went in and sat down at the table.

Bacon was not much of a talker at any time, and at mealtime, in seeding, eating was the main business in hand; therefore the meal was a silent one, Marietta and Lime not caring to talk on general topics.

The hour was an anxious one for her, and an important one for him.
"Wal, now, Lime, seedun' 's the nex' thing," said Bacon, as he shoved back his chair and glared around from under his bushy eyebrows, "We can't do too much this afternoon.

That seeder's got t' be set up an' a lot o' seed-wheat cleaned up.