I don't see what they were made for, any way--just to make people go round, I suppose, so that the world will not be too easy for them." "Oh, mother, I do not see how you can feel so out here! I never dreamed of anything so beautiful!" "Feel so out here! What do you mean?
Haven't I always been good to you?
Didn't I give you a good home in Lynn after your father and mother died?
Wasn't I a mother to you?
Didn't I nurse you through the fever?
Didn't I send for you to come way out here with the immigrants, and did you ever find a better friend in the world than I have been to you ?" "Yes, mother, but--" "And don't I let you play the violin, which the Methody elder didn't much approve of ?" "Yes, mother, you have always been good to me, and I love you more than anybody else on earth." There swept into view a wild valley of giant trees, and rose clear above it, a scene of overwhelming magnificence.
"Oh, mother, I can hardly look at it--isn't it splendid?
It makes me feel like crying." The practical, resolute woman was about to say, "Well, look the other way then," but she checked the rude words.

The girl had told her that she loved her more than any one else in the world, and the confession had touched her heart.
"Well, Gretchen, that mountain used to make me feel so sometimes when I first came out here.

I always thought that the mountains would look _peakeder_ than they do.

I didn't think that they would take up so much of the land.

I suppose that they are all well enough in their way, but a pioneer woman has no time for sentiments, except hymns.