It seems as if the day would end it and set me adrift again." "You are going to awake in the gold room with the sun shining on your face in the morning, and it's going to keep on all your life.

Now if you've got a smile in your anatomy, bring it to the surface, for just beyond this tree lies happiness for you." His voice was clear and steady now, his confidence something contagious.
There was a lovely smile on her face as she looked at him, and stepped into the line of light crossing the driveway; and then she stopped and cried, "Oh lovely! Lovely! Lovely!" over and over.

Then maybe the Harvester was not glad he had planned, worked unceasingly, and builded as well as he knew.
The cabin of large, peeled, golden oak logs, oiled to preserve them, nestled like a big mushroom on the side of the hill.

Above and behind the building the trees arose in a green setting.

The roof was stained to their shades.