I counted twenty-two passing that corner up there in five minutes by the clock." This was a fortunate remark, for I found instantly that the invasion of the automobile was a matter of tremendous import to such Knights of Bucephalus as these.
At first the wit interrupted me with amusing remarks, as wits will, but I soon had him as quiet as the others.

For I have found the things that chiefly interest people are the things they already know about--provided you show them that these common things are still mysterious, still miraculous, as indeed they are.
After a time some one pushed me a stable stool and I sat down among them, and we had quite a conversation, which finally developed into an amusing comparison (I wish I had room to repeat it here) between the city and the country.

I told them something about my farm, how much I enjoyed it, and what a wonderful free life one had in the country.

In this I was really taking an unfair advantage of them, for I was trading on the fact that every man, down deep in his heart, has more or less of an instinct to get back to the soil--at least all outdoor men have.

And when I described the simplest things about my barn, and the cattle and pigs, and the bees--and the good things we have to eat--I had every one of them leaning forward and hanging on my words.
Harriet sometimes laughs at me for the way I celebrate farm life.
She says all my apples are the size of Hubbard squashes, my eggs all double-yolked, and my cornfields tropical jungles.