"It is in my heart so big this morning I am filled with worship.

Just filled with the spirit of worship." She was rocking on her toes like she does when she becomes too happy at the Meeting House to be quiet any longer, and cries, "Glory!" right out loud.

She pointed to the orchard, an immense orchard of big apple trees in full bloom, with two rows of peach trees around the sides.

It looked like a great, soft, pinkish white blanket, with a deep pink border, spread lightly on the green earth.
"We planted that way because we thought it was best; how could we know how it would look in bloom time?
It seems as if you came to these hilltops and figured on the picture you would make before you cleared, or fenced a field." "That's exactly what I did," said father.

"Many's the hour, all told, that I have stopped my horse on one of these hilltops and studied how to make the place beautiful, as well as productive.