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We often cooked by our fireplace
Under the spell of the white touch
The difficulty was to get busy
No animal except man digs and plants
Strawberries and trout. How is that for a combination?
Fate produced a man who had chickens to sell
I planted some canterbury-bells
And how the family did grow up!
Was it the spirit of our garden?
ILLUSTRATIONS
| Once more it was a habitation and a home | Frontispiece |
| "And here is your house," said William C. Westbury | Facing p 6 |
| They formed a board of appraisal. All of them knew that cellar and were intimately acquainted with its contents | 44 |
| I made about three leaps and grabbed it, and a second later had it hooked and was back, the lightning at my heels | 68 |
| Sometimes at the end of the day, as I sat by the waning embers, and watched her moving to and fro between me and the fading autumn fields | 110 |
| "Good afternoon," I said. "Can you tell us where we are?" | 156 |
| I remember that as a golden summer, an enthusiastic summer, and, on the whole, a successful one | 206 |
| It was on a winter evening that I drove our car back to its old place in the barn, after its long journeyings by land and sea | 238 |
CHAPTER ONE
I
