“That is a mighty fine wheelbarrow you’ve got there.”
She nods but says nothing in response.
“Isn’t it a mighty day all the same for the bog?
She wipes the sweat from her brow.
“Sure you are a mighty woman to be out here working hard.”
She smiles, but continues her work without reply.
“Wasn’t that a mighty match the other day.”
She has no idea what match he means.
“Well I better head I suppose. Mighty good talking to ya.”