Oh Man, you make me hope in spite of myself!" "'Praise God from whom all blessings flow;'" quoted the Harvester reverently.

"Now try one of these peaches.

It's juicy and cold.

Get that room right in focus in your brain, and nurture the idea.

Its walls shall be bright as sunshine, its floor creamy white, and it shall open into a little garden, where only yellow flowers grow, and the birds shall sing.
The first ray of sun that peeps over the hills of morning shall fall through its windows across your bed, and you shall work only as you please, after you've had months of play and rest; and it's coming true the instant you can leave here.