I will tell you the French love songs that my father sang to my mother.

I will speak of land that I have bought (oh, I have prospered, ma'm'selle!), and of a house that I mean to build, and of a woman that I wish to put in the house,--a Sunshine in the Dark to greet me when I come from my hunting in the great forests beyond the falls, from my trading with the nation of the Tuscaroras, with the villages of the Monacans.

Come over to me, Morning Light!" The creek widened and widened, then doubled a grassy cape all in the shadow of a towering sycamore.

Beyond the point, crowning the low green slope of the bank, and topped with a shaggy fell of honeysuckle and ivy, began a red brick wall.

Half way down its length it broke, and six shallow steps led up to an iron gate, through whose bars one looked into a garden.
Gazing on down the creek past the farther stretch of the wall, the eye came upon the shining reaches of the river.
Audrey turned the boat's head toward the steps and the gate in the wall.
The man on the opposite shore let fall an oath.
"So you go to Fair View house!" he called across the stream.