It was not a broad or well-defined feeling--just a sense that ho had been unduly irritable, not that on the whole he was not in the right.

Little Pet lay with the warm June sunshine filling his baby eyes, curiously content in striking at flies that buzzed around his little mouth.
The man thrust his dirty, naked feet into his huge boots, and, without washing his face or combing his hair, went out to the barn to do his chores.
He was a type of the average prairie farmer, and his whole surrounding was typical of the time.

He had a quarter-section of fine level land, bought with incredible toil, but his house was a little box-like structure, costing, perhaps, five hundred dollars.

It had three rooms and the ever-present summer kitchen attached to the back.

It was unpainted and had no touch of beauty--a mere box.
His stable was built of slabs and banked and covered with straw.