Any one must sing working like this in great fields.

Why, I even remember that the Shropshire Lad whistled once by mistake, while ploughing, on his own admission, until a fatalistic blackbird recalled him to his usual tragic mind." David sat uncomfortably on a broad bean, protesting against this new mania.

For a moment he had thought that she was seeking for a mouse with some patent mouse-finding implement.

He had even tried to help her, and turned over a clod with a critical paw, but one sniff had showed him the empty futility of the thing.
Sarah Brown hoed rather happily for a couple of hours, and then she began to count the beans still waiting trustfully in the queue, waiting to be attended to and freed from their embarrassments.

There were ninety-six, she decided, standing up ostensibly to greet an aeroplane.
She became very glad of the occasional aeroplanes that crossed above her field, and gave her an excuse for standing with a straight back to watch them.