[Among the Corn-Rows]
"But the road sometimes passes a rich meadow, where the songs of larks and bobolinks and blackbirds are tangled."
[I]
Rob held up his hands, from which the dough depended in ragged strings.
"Biscuits," he said, with an elaborate working of his jaws, intended to convey the idea that they were going to be specially delicious.
Seagraves laughed, but did not enter the shanty door. "How do you like baching it?"
"Oh, don't mention it!" entreated Rob, mauling the dough again. "Come in an' sit down. What in thunder y' standin' out there for?"
"Oh, I'd rather be where I can see the prairie. Great weather!"