They are not so ready to work an hour or two overtime as when he was a boy.

On the other hand, he recollects that the weather cablegrams from America foretell the arrival of a depression.

What would his grandfather have thought of adjusting the work in an English meadow to the tenour of news from the other side of the Atlantic?
Suddenly, while he ponders, there arises a shout from the labourers.

The hay in one spot, as if seized by an invisible force, lifts itself up and revolves round and round, rising higher every turn.

A miniature cyclone is whirling it up--a column of hay twisting in a circle and rising above the trees.