It really did make a difference, for after that he was one of the jolliest men in the party.
"As it was out of season and old Unc' Jefferson didn't care for the coons, he called off the dogs after they had caught one, to show us what the sport was like, and then he built us a grand camp-fire on the creek bank, and we had what Mrs.Walton called the sequel.

She and Miss Allison and godmother made coffee and unpacked the hampers we had brought with us.

There was beaten biscuit and fried chicken and iced watermelon, and all sorts of good things.

As we ate, the moon came up higher and higher, and silvered the white trunks of the sycamores till they looked like a row of ghosts standing with outstretched arms along the creek.

It was so lovely there above the water.