Though Tuckahoe had but few of the good things of{28} life, yet of such as it did possess grandmother got a full share, in the way of presents.

If good potato crops came after her planting, she was not forgotten by those for whom she planted; and as she was remembered by others, so she remembered the hungry little ones around her.
The dwelling of my grandmother and grandfather had few pretensions.

It was a log hut, or cabin, built of clay, wood, and straw.

At a distance it resembled--though it was smaller, less commodious and less substantial--the cabins erected in the western states by the first settlers.

To my child's eye, however, it was a noble structure, admirably adapted to promote the comforts and conveniences of its inmates.