But however fast they worked, they did not spoil the grass, and the rows were laid just as neatly and exactly.

The little piece left uncut in the corner was mown in five minutes.

The last of the mowers were just ending their rows while the foremost snatched up their coats onto their shoulders, and crossed the road towards Mashkin Upland.

The sun was already sinking into the trees when they went with their jingling dippers into the wooded ravine of Mashkin Upland.