Garden time came, so leaves had to be raked from the beds and from the dooryard.

No one was busier than I; but every little while I ran away, and spent some time all by myself in the pulpit, under the hawk oak, or on the roof.
Coming from church that Sunday, when we reached the top of the Big Hill, mother touched father's arm.

"Stop a minute," she said, and he checked the horses, while we sat there and wondered why, as she looked and looked all over the farm, then, "Now drive to the top of the Little Hill and turn, and stop exactly on the place from which we first viewed this land together," she said.

"You know the spot, don't you ?" "You may well believe I know it," said father.

"I can hit it to the inch.