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pulls a handle and the teeth fly up and the hay drops 

 in a kind of long pile that 's raking. Every time 

 he comes to one of these rows he pulls the handle. 

 And when the hay is raked it 's all piled up in 

 long rows those are windrows. If you are going 

 to load the hay on the wagon, you pile up the hay in 

 the windrows and make it into mounds those are 

 haycocks. You don't do that when you are roping it." 



"It is the roping I wish to hear about," said Mr. 

 Trommel. 



"But I 'm telling you as fast as I can," declared the 

 under-gardener, a little aggrieved. 



"Excuse me, little one ; I interrupt the story. Go 

 on." 



"Well," said Mary, drawing another long breath, 

 "when the hay is all in windrows, and you see them 

 taking out the horses without any wagon, you must 

 run as fast as you can, for they are going to rope it. 

 The horses are all harnessed, but they are n't har- 

 nessed to anything except the cross-bar that you 

 fasten the long leather pieces to the" 



"The whiffletree," suggested Mr. Trommel. 



"Yes, I think that 's it," said the under-gardener, 

 judicially ; "and that is fastened to a long chain, and 

 one horse is fastened to one end and one to the other, 



