The empty wagon was going downhill, and in the far corner of the bottom field, where the hay was still uncut, the full wagon was just beginning its slow journey up the hill to the
haystack. the hay-makers worked on, cutting the tall hay, while the wagon climbed the hill.
The two brothers on top of the haystack were having a moment's rest, waiting for the full
wagon to arrive. they stood up to their knees in the soft hay, while above them the golden sun burned down, and all around them was the hot sweet smell of the silvery hay. The only two things in the world were hay and sun.
Maurice, the younger brother, was a good-looking young man of twenty-one. He was strong, full of life, with a quick bright eye and a ready smaile.
'You thought,' he said to said to his brother, 'you were very clever last night, didn't you ?' He pushed his fork into the hay, and stared at his brother, with smile on his face.