I have had pay for my work in many but never such a reward as this.
"By the way," said Mr.Vedder, "I have recently come across a book which is full of the spirit of the garden as we have long known it, although the author is not treating directly of gardens, but of farming and of human nature." "It is really all one subject," I interrupted.
"Certainly," said Mr.Vedder, "but many gardeners are nothing but gardeners.

Well, the book to which I refer is called 'Adventures in Contentment,' and is by--Why, a man of your own name!" With that Mr.Vedder reached for a book--a familiar-looking book--on the table, but Mrs.Vedder looked at me.

I give you my word, my heart turned entirely over, and in a most remarkable way righted itself again; and I saw Roman candles and Fourth of July rockets in front of my eyes.

Never in all my experience was I so completely bowled over.

I felt like a small boy who has been caught in the pantry with one hand in the jam-pot--and plenty of jam on his nose.