"You are talking midsummer madness," he said at last.

"Let's leave the blazed trees for a while--though we'll talk of them again some time.

Have you been along the Three-Notched Road ?" "Yes," replied Adam, turning easily.

"Your tobacco's prime, the wheat, too, and the fencing is all mended and white-washed.

It's not the tumble-down place it was in Gideon's time--you've done wonders with it.
The morning-glories were blooming over the porch, and your white cat washing itself in the sun." "It's but a poor home," said Rand, and he said it wistfully.