As I followed the cool, damp furrow, and Laddie's whistle, clear as the lark's above the wheat, thrilled me, I was almost insane with joy.

Just joy! Pure joy! Oh what a good world it was!--most of the time! Most of the time! Of course, there WERE Paget men in it.

But anyway, THIS couldn't be beaten.

I had a message for Laddie from the Princess that would send him to the seventh heaven, wherever that was; no one at our house spent any time thinking farther than the first one.

I had her kiss, that I didn't know what would do to him, and I also had a big piece of juicy rhubarb pie not yet entirely cold.