If a man is stationary, it seems quite impossible for him to imagine why any one should care to wander; and as for the wanderer it is inconceivable to him how any one can remain permanently at home.
We were all sitting comfortably around the table in the living-room.

The lamps were lighted, and Mr.Stanley, in slippers, was smoking his pipe and Mrs.Stanley was darning socks over a mending-gourd, and the two young Stanleys were whispering and giggling about some matter of supreme consequence to youth.

The windows were open, and we could smell the sweet scent of the lilacs from the yard and hear the drumming of the rain as it fell on the roof of the porch.
"It's easy to explain," I said.

"The fact is, it got to the point on my farm that I wasn't quite sure whether I owned it or it owned me.

And I made up my mind I'd get away for a while from my own horses and cattle and see what the world was like.