"He did?"
"I believe Orrin must have been in one of those schools himself when he was a boy."
"Lucky if he wasn't in a worse place," thought Hiram.
But he did not go any deeper into a discussion of Orrin's affairs at this time. The mystery of who and what Orrin Post really was seemed quite as far from being solved as the whereabouts of Sister's brother.
The wheat was now nodding heavy heads for the harvest. The binders and extra harvest hands came to Sunnyside Farm after reaping Mr. Bronson's other wheat fields. Everybody about the place—even Sister—worked in the wheat fields, standing up the golden shocks, from early morning until nightfall.
Everybody about the place—even Sister—worked in the wheat fields.
Close on the heels of the harvesting the great tractor drawing the threshing machine rumbled up to Sunnyside. The regular threshing crew came with it so that the work at Sunnyside went much more rapidly this time than it had the year before, although the yield of grain was far greater.