"Never mind, he'll get on all right," the old man resumed.

"He's made a start....

You swing it too wide, you'll tire yourself out....

The master, sure, does his best for himself! But see the grass missed out! For such work us fellows would catch it!" The grass became softer, and Levin, listening without answering, followed Tit, trying to do the best he could.

They moved a hundred paces.