Summer lingers long among the Kentucky hills.

Each passing day seemed fairer than the last to the Little Colonel, who had never before known anything of country life.
Roses climbed up and almost hid the small white cottage.

Red birds sang in the woodbine.

Squirrels chattered in the beeches.

She was out-of-doors all day long.
Sometimes she spent hours watching the ants carry away the sugar she sprinkled for them.