"I wish I could say courteous flatteries to you," the farmer continued in an easier tone, "and put my rugged feeling into a graceful shape: but I have neither power nor patience to learn such things."

Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened.

So each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream, some affection, some hobby, or at least some remote and distant hope....