"Mind'ee," repeated the old man.

Tit made room, and Levin started behind him.

The grass was short close to the road, and Levin, who had not done any mowing for a long while, and was disconcerted by the eyes fastened upon him, cut badly for the first moments, though he swung his scythe vigorously.

Behind him he heard voices: "It's not set right; handle's too high; see how he has to stoop to it," said one.

"Press more on the heel," said another.