There was not another like it in the whole world.

Father, the boys, and the hired men always kept it cleaned and in proper shape every day.

The upper floor was as neat as some women's houses.

It was swept, the sun shone in, the winds drifted through, the odours of drying hay and grain were heavy, and from the top of the natural little hill against which it stood you could see for miles in all directions.
The barn was our great playhouse on Sundays.

It was clean there, we were where we could be called when wanted, and we liked to climb the ladders to the top of the haymows, walk the beams to the granaries, and jump to the hay.