They did not interest me, and probably because I had seen the lightness and grace and beauty of Sally Dunkelberg and tasted the sweetness of her fancies.
There were the singing and spelling schools and the lyceums, but those nights were few and far between.

Not more than four or five in the whole winter were we out of the joyful candle-light of our own home.

Even then our hands were busy making lighters or splint brooms, or paring and quartering and stringing the apples or cracking butternuts while Aunt Deel read.
After the sheep came we kept only two cows.

The absence of cattle was a help to the general problem of cleanliness.

The sheep were out in the fields and I kept away from them for fear the rams would butt me.