"Dave is feeling so extremely well and happy-----" "Now, you're shouting," Darrin assented.

"But it's no use for poor Reade to ponder over the glories of nature.

All he can think of is the region bounded by his belt." "Glories of nature ?" repeated Reade.

"If that's what you're talking about, why didn't you announce your subject earlier?
Yes, sir; nature is at her greenest best to-day.

Just look off through that line of trees, and see how the light breeze moves the tops in that field of young corn, and-----" "Corn ?" flared Dave.