Ain't it nice?
Father bought it at Monticello for my birthday.

I thought you'd notice it first thing." When Hawker had retired for the night, he raised a sash and sat by the window smoking.

The odour of the woods and the fields came sweetly to his nostrils.

The crickets chanted their hymn of the night.

On the black brow of the mountain he could see two long rows of twinkling dots which marked the position of Hemlock Inn..