not go away, like some husbands, without telling me; and I can always find out where he is.'
After this they continued for some long time in a reverie, as they went on seizing the ears of corn, drawing out the straw, gathering it under their arms, and cutting off the ears with their bill-hooks, nothing sounding in the barn but the swish of the straw and the crunch of the hook. Then Tess suddenly flagged, and sank down upon the heap of wheat-ears at her feet.
'I know you wouldn't be able to stand it!' cried Marian. It wants harder flesh than yours for this work.'
Just then the farmer entered. 'Oh, that's how you get on when I am away,' he said to her.
'But it is my own loss,' she pleaded. 'Not yours.'
'I want it finished,' he said doggedly, as he crossed the barn and went out at the other door.
'Don't 'ee mind him, there's a dear,' said Marian. 'I've worked here before. Now you go and lie down there, and Izz and I will make up your number.'
'I don't like to let you do that. I'm taller than you, too.'
