She asked what he thought of a line of trees to shade the road, and they discussed whether the pleasure they would give in summer would pay for the dampness they would hold in winter.

They wandered around the yard and into the garden.

She sent me to bring a knife, trowel, and paper, so when he started for home, he was carrying a load of cuttings, and roots to plant.
When father came from town that evening, at the first sight of him, she went straight into his arms, her face beaming; she had been like a sun all that day.

Some of it must have been joy carried over from yesterday.
"Praise God, the wedge is in!" she cried.
Father held her tight, stroked her hair, and began smiling without having the least idea why, but he very well knew that whatever pleased her like that was going to be good news for him also.
"What has happened, mother ?" he asked.
"Mr.Pryor came over about the road and bridge tax, and oh Paul! I've said every word to him I've been bursting to say from the very start.
Every single word, Paul!" "How did he take it ?" "Time will tell.

Anyway, he heard it, all of it, and he went back carrying a load of things to plant.