The spring air, full of the smell of growing grass and unseen blossoms, came in their faces. They were in the barn, standing before the wide open doors. Her forehead was mild and benevolent between the smooth curves of gray hair there were meek downward lines about her nose and mouth but her eyes, fixed upon the old man, looked as if the meekness had been the result of her own will, never of the will of another. She was a small woman, short and straight-waisted like a child in her brown cotton gown. "I ain't goin' into the house till you tell me what them men are doin' over there in the field," said she. He ran his words together, and his speech was almost as inarticulate as a growl.īut the woman understood it was her most native tongue. "I wish you'd go into the house, mother, an' 'tend to your own affairs," the old man said then. "Look here, father, I want to know what them men are diggin' over in the field for, an' I'm goin' to know." The old man slapped the saddle upon the mare's back. He hustled the collar on to her neck with a jerk. There was a sudden dropping and enlarging of the lower part of the old man's face, as if some heavy weight had settled therein he shut his mouth tight, and went on harnessing the great bay mare. "What are them men diggin' over there in the field for?"
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