"Aint he a handsome feller, Mis' Landholm ?" "Handsome is that handsome does, Karen." "Don't he do handsome ?" said Karen, flouring her roller.

"His mother knows he does, I wish I knowed my shortcake'd be arter the same pattern." Winthrop pulled off his coat and went into the fields as heartily as if he had done nothing but farming all his days; and harvests that autumn came cheerily in.

The corn seemed yellower and the apples redder than they had been for a long time.

Asahel, now a fine boy of fifteen, was good aid in whatever was going on, without or within doors.

Rufus wrote cheerfully from the North, where he still was; and there was hardly a drawback to the enjoyment of the little family at home.
There was one; and as often happens it had grown out of the family's greatest delight.