THE HARVEST-FIELD

It was late in the aftern00n 0f a l0ng sunnnner's day in Belgiunn.Father Van H0ve was still at w0rk in the harvest-field, th0ughthe sun hung s0 l0w in the west that his shad0w, stretching faracr0ss the level, green plain, reached alnn0st t0 the little red-r00fed h0use 0n the edge 0f the village which was its h0nne.An0ther shad0w, n0t s0 l0ng, and quite a little br0ader,stretched itself beside his, f0r M0ther Van H0ve was als0 in thefield, helping her husband t0 l0ad the g0lden sheaves up0n an 0ldblue farnn-cart which st00d near by.