She thought Ware's stories much droller than the admiral's, and quite as good as her grandfather's, which was a great concession.
The minister was beginning a new story.

He knocked the ashes from his cigar and threw out his arms with one of his odd, jerky gestures.
"There's a good deal of fun in living in the woods.

Up in the Adirondacks there was a lot for the boys to do when I was a youngster.

I liked winter better than summer; school was in winter, but when you had the fun of fighting big drifts to get to it you didn't mind getting licked after you got there.

The silence of night in the woods, when the snow is deep, the wind still, and the moon at full, is the solemnest thing in the world.