How shrill were the tree crickets! Often Shep and I would steal off into the back lot trying to scare up a squirrel and I would look longingly down the valley, and could dimly see the roofs of houses where there were other children.

I would gladly have made friends with the Wills boy, but he would have nothing to do with me, and soon his people moved away.

My uncle said that Mr.Grimshaw had foreclosed their mortgage.
The fields were so still that I wondered if the grass grew on Sunday.
The laws of God and nature seemed to be in conflict, for our livers got out of order and some one of us always had a headache in the afternoon.
It was apt to be Uncle Peabody, as I had reason to know, for I always begged him to go in swimmin' with me in the afternoon.
It was a beautiful summer morning as we drove down the hills and from the summit of the last high ridge we could see the smoke of a steamer looming over the St.Lawrence and the big buildings of Canton on the distant flats below us.

My heart beat fast when I reflected that I should soon see Mr.Wright and the Dunkelbergs.

I had lost a little of my interest in Sally.