You must go on with your Latin, evenings." "You will surely come back next winter!" we shouted after him as he drove away.
"Maybe," he said, and would not trust himself to look back.
The old sitting-room seemed wholly deserted that Friday night after he went away.

"We are like sheep without a shepherd," Theodora said.
Catherine and Tom came over.

We opened our Latin books and tried to study awhile; but 'twas dreary without "old Joel." Other things, however, other duties and other work at the farm immediately occupied our attention.

It was now mid-January and there was ice to be cut on the lake for our new creamery.
For three years the old Squire had been breeding a herd of Jerseys.
There were sixteen of them: Jersey First, Canary, Jersey Second, Little Queen, Beauty, Buttercup, and all the rest.

Each one had her own little book that hung from its nail on a beam of the tie-up behind her stall.
In it were recorded her pedigree, dates, and the number of pounds of milk she gave at each milking.