All of them worked, until the last few days they were perfect cross patches.
When they couldn't find another thing indoors to scour, they began on the yard, orchard, barn and road.

Mother even had Leon stack the wood pile straighter.

She said when corded wood leaned at an angle, it made people seem shiftless; and she never passed a place where it looked that way that her fingers didn't just itch to get at it.

He had to pull every ragweed on each side of the road as far as our land reached, and lay every rail straight in the fences.

Father had to take spikes and our biggest maul and go to the bridges at the foot of the Big and the Little Hill, and see that every plank was fast, so none of them would rattle when important guests drove across.