As he wanted a copy himself, he purchased this one and took it with him to his cabin in the hills.

Immediately he was interested in the book, and he filled its pages with copious notes and marks of emphasis.
It was Sunday afternoon in mid-summer at Greenstreet.

The wheat again stood in the shock.

The alfalfa waved in scented purple.

Dorian and the old philosopher of Greenstreet sat in the shade of the cottonwood and looked out on the farm scene as they talked.
"I've also been reading 'Natural Law in the Spiritual World'" said Dorian.
"Good," replied Uncle Zed.