The only habitation in sight was Squire Eben Merritt's, and of that only the broad slants of shingled roof and gray end wall of the barn, with a pink spray of peach-trees against it.
Jerome stared out at it all, without a thought concerning it in his brain.

He was actively conscious only of his own existence, which had just then a wondrously pleasant savor for him.

A sweet exhilarating fire seemed leaping through every vein in his little body.

He was drowsy, and yet more fully awake than he had been all winter.

All his pulses tingled, and his thoughts were overborne by the ecstasy in them.