Chapter 6As summer drew on, with temperate weather aiding our barley crop to ripen to rich gold, tidings came from further west that there were storms on the way. At the end of a working day, as my father and I discussed the best course of action, we were joined by the baronet, who had ridden over with Jem, while their guests were occupied with dressing for the evening’s festivities.
My father and Sir Harry conferred on the issue. The baronet was sanguine about the potentially ruinous weather approaching. Even though he had far more land, he also had more than sufficient labor at his command to bring in the crops at short notice. My father, with our more limited resources, was on the side of caution that we might have to move swiftly to cut the barley while the fine days still held. For m
