Though I had not the slightest idea of what I should do or say, yet I was determined upon the attack.
Neither father nor son saw me until they had nearly reached the end of the field.
"Step lively, Ben," I heard the man say with some impatience; "we've got to finish this field to-day." "I AM steppin' lively, dad," responded the boy, "but it's awful hot.

We can't possibly finish to-day.

It's too much." "We've got to get through here to-day," the man replied grimly; "we're already two weeks late." I know just how the man felt; for I knew well the difficulty a farmer has in getting help in planting time.

The spring waits for no man.

My heart went out to the man and boy struggling there in the heat of their field.