"Neither — for nothing," said Elizabeth. "Go on, won't you? I want to see what you are doing."
"Ploughing?" said he. "Have you never seen it?"
He went on and they walked beside him; Winifred laughing, while the others watched, at least Elizabeth did minutely, the process of the share in turning up the soil.
"Is it hard work?" she asked.
"No, not here; not when the business is understood."
"Like rowing, I suppose there is a sleight in it?"
"A good deal so."
"What has been growing here?"
"Corn."
"And now when you get to the fence you must just turn about and make another ridge close along by this one?"