Whole herds of moments stole away and were lost while their careless shepherd gazed out of the window at the sunshine and the trees.
"Just look at it!" he cried.

"An' it's all mine! It's free.

I can lie down under them trees an' sleep for a thousan' years if I want to.

Aw, come on, Mart, let's chuck it.

What's the good of waitin' another moment.