It was summer time, the windows were open, and the trees outside, with their widely extended green branches, were pleasantly visible shading the brick sidewalk.

Uncle Seneca strolled out into the back yard.
"Well, this is pleasant enough," he observed, noting a large elm and seeing that the yard was partially paved with brick and enclosed within brick walls, up the sides of which vines were climbing.

"Where's your hammock?
Don't you string a hammock here in summer?
Down on my veranda at San Pedro I have six or seven." "We hadn't thought of putting one up because of the neighbors, but it would be nice," agreed Mrs.Cowperwood.

"Henry will have to get one." "I have two or three in my trunks over at the hotel.

My niggers make 'em down there.