A brook glinting with gold in the sunshine flowed down the middle of the valley.

A luscious greenness covered the whole valley floor.

No snugger nook could be found in the mountains.
"As fine as pie!" exclaimed Jarvis exultantly.

"Everythin's straight an' right.

Ike, I think I see Jane, your mother, standin' in the porch.
I'll just give her a signal." He lifted up his voice and sang "Home, Sweet Home," with tremendous volume.