The farmer often said that he did not know what he would do without him; for if there was any work to be finished in a hurry at the farm-corn to thrash, or winnow, or tie up into bags, turnips to cut, clothes to wash, a kirn to be kirned, a garden to be weeded-all that the farmer and his wife had to do was to leave the door of the barn, or the turnip shed, or the milk house open when they went to bed, and put down a bowl of new milk on the doorstep for the Brownie's supper, and when they woke the next morning the bowl would be empty, and the job finished better than if it had been done by mortal hands.
"The Scottish Fairy Book"
Elizabeth W. Grierson
So I weeded through everybody who volunteered and took only veterans.
"Border, Breed Nor Birth"
Dallas McCord Reynolds
Oh, times and times I've sat and weeded and dug around them, with him sitting on the stoop and reading out loud to me.
"Ester Ried"
Pansy (aka. Isabella M. Alden)