I go right past her place.

I've a big notion to stop and tell her.

If she drives straight back in the swamp on the west road, and turns east at this big sycamore, she can't miss finding the tree, even if Freckles ain't here to show her.

Jim says her work is a credit to the State she lives in, and any man is a measly creature who isn't willing to help her all he can.

My old daddy used to say that all there was to religion was doing to the other fellow what you'd want him to do to you, and if I was making a living taking bird pictures, seems to me I'd be mighty glad for a chance to take one like that.