The wide veranda was enclosed in screening, over which wonderful vines climbed in places, and round it grew ferns and deep-wood plants.

Inside hung big baskets of wild growth; there was a wide swinging seat, with a back rest, supported by heavy chains.

There were chairs and a table of bent saplings and hickory withes.

Two full stories the building arose, and the western sun warmed it almost to orange-yellow, while the graceful vines crept toward the roof.
The Girl looked at the rapidly rising hedge on each side of her, at the white floor of the drive, and long and long at the cabin.
"You did all this since February ?" she asked.
"Even to transforming the landscape," answered the Harvester.
"Oh I wish it was not coming night!" she cried.

"I don't want the dark to come, until you have told me the name of every tree and shrub of that wonderful hedge, and every plant and vine of the veranda; and oh I want to follow up the driveway and see that beautiful little creek--listen to it chuckle and laugh! Is it always glad like that?
See the ferns and things that grow on the other side of it! Why there are big beds of them.