She wished Dotty's 'nipperkin' of happiness to be full for once." And it was: it ran over.

There were joyful days for the next fortnight.

I could never draw the picture of them with my pen, even if I had the paper left to put it on.

They kept house under the trees; they baked their food in a brick oven Horace made; they gave a party; they had boat rides; they had swings; they never went into the house unless it rained; they were never cross to one another, or rude to Jennie Vance; it was like living in fairy-land.
It was a glorious summer.

I almost wish it had not come to an end; though, in that case, I suppose I should never have stopped telling about it.