A puff of air came sighing through the forest, touched lightly the green blades in the open, slipped over the ridge, and was lost in the sky beyond.

Old Kate, with head down, was dreaming of cool springs in shady dells, and a little shiny brown lizard with a bright blue tail crept from under the bottom rail of the fence to see why the man was so still.
The man turned his head quickly; the lizard dodged under the rail; and old Kate awoke with a start.

Someone was coming along the road below.

Young Matt knew the step of that horse, as well as he knew the sound of old Kate's bell, or the neigh of his own sorrel.
The brown pony stopped at the lower corner of the field, and a voice called, "You'd better be at work.

I don't believe you have ploughed three rows since I passed." The big fellow went eagerly down the hill to the fence.