She had expected that her offer would lure him on for an hour or two, maybe for a whole day.

She had not supposed that it would keep him faithfully at work for a week, but it did.

His nimble fingers stripped every roadside vine within a mile of the cabin.

His hands and legs, and even his face, were criss-crossed with many brier scratches.

The sun beat down on him unmercifully, but he stuck to his task so closely that he seemed to see berries even when his eyes were shut.