"Get along, get along!" said the old man, hurrying after him and easily overtaking him, "I'll mow you down, look out!" And young and old mowed away, as though they were racing with one another.

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.