We was at sea a good deal, sailin' with father when he went on pleasant voyages, to the West Indies, or sich.

But sence then I ain't ben away much.

I don't seem to find no pleasanter place than the old farm, somehow." "I don't believe there _is_ any pleasanter place in the world!" said Hilda, warmly.

"I am sure I have never been so happy anywhere as I have here." Farmer Hartley looked up with a twinkle in his eye.

"Ye've changed yer views some, Huldy, hain't ye, sence the fust day ye kem heer?
I didn't never think, then, as I'd be givin' you rides in the hay-riggin', sech a fine young lady as you was." Hilda gave him an imploring glance, while the blood mounted to her temples.