In all my life I never enjoyed a moment more than that, I think.
"Come in now," said the motherly Mrs.Stanley.
So we filed into the roomy kitchen, where an older girl, called Kate, was flying about placing steaming dishes upon the table.

There was also an older son, who had been at the farm chores.

It was altogether a fine, vigorous, independent American family.

So we all sat down and drew up our chairs.

Then we paused a moment, and the father, bowing his head, said in a low voice: "For all Thy good gifts, Lord, we thank Thee.