So disposed we ate our luncheon of fried cakes and bread and butter and maple sugar and cheese.

The road was a straight alley through the evergreen forest, and its grateful shadow covered us.

When we had come out into the hot sunlight by the Hale farm both my aunt and uncle complained of headache.

What an efficient cure for good health were the doughnuts and cheese and sugar, especially if they were mixed with the idleness of a Sunday.

I had a headache also and soon fell asleep.
The sun was low when they awoke me in our dooryard.
"Hope it'll be some time 'fore ye feel the need of another sermon," said Uncle Peabody as Aunt Deel got out of the buggy.