I can not think that any one really believed it.
We had a cheerful day.

A barrel of hard cider had been set up in the dooryard, and I remember that some drank it too freely.

The he-o-hee of the men as they lifted on the pikes and the sound of the hammer and beetle rang in the air from morning until night.

Mrs.Rodney Barnes and Mrs.Dorothy came to help Aunt Deel with the cooking and a great dinner was served on an improvised table in the dooryard, where the stove was set up.

The shingles and sheathes and clapboards were on before the day ended.
When they were about to go the men filled their cups and drank to Aunt Deel.
I knew, or thought I knew, why they had not mentioned my Uncle Peabody, and was very thoughtful about it.