Adams was not a young, not a robust man, and he seemed to carry a burden of worry.

"Your father said he would come right out." "I hope he doesn't," said Lenore, bluntly.

"Father has a way with him, you know." "Yes, I know.

And it's the way we're needing here in the Valley," replied the foreman, significantly.
"Is that the new harvester-thresher father just bought ?" asked Lenore, pointing to the huge machine, shining and creeping behind the twelve horses.
"Yes, that's the McCormack and it's a dandy," returned Adams.

"With machines like that we can get along without the I.W.W." "I want a ride on it," declared Lenore, and she ran along to meet the harvester.