The shed was nearly half full of them.

Four rules of syntax, also, had been carefully stored away in my brain.

I said them over as I hurried down into the pasture with old Shep and brought in the cows.

I got through milking just as Uncle Peabody came.

I saw with joy that his face was cheerful.
"Yip!" he shouted as he stopped his team at the barn door where Aunt Deel and I were standing.