Frogs were lazily croaking, and the killdeer's shrill cry came plaintively to the ear.

A number of cows stood knee-deep in mud and water, round as barrels, and breathing hard, with tails unceasingly switching away the flies.
Dorian was in the field turning the water on his lucerne patch when he saw Mildred coming as usual down the path.

He had not expected her that afternoon as he thought the picture which she had been working on was finished; but after adjusting the flow of water, he joined her, relieving her of stool and easel.

They then walked on together, the big farm boy in overalls and the tall graceful girl in the enveloping gingham.
Mildred's visit had now extended to ten days, by which time Dorian had about gotten over his timidity in her presence.

In fact, that had not been difficult.