. Mary Ware's promised land . about, where * Sweet fields beyond the swelling floodStand dressed in living green. No wonder they named the place Green Acres! We left the wide driveway that winds aroundthe hill to the house, and took the little path thatleads straight up to it under the trees. The foot-path to peace, Phil calls it. There was smoke coming out of the kitchenchimney, for Lloyd and Mrs. Sherman had been inthe secret and had helped Phil as industriously asthe two genii of the Bottle to get everything had bought some of the furniture with thehouse, some they had helped him c
. Mary Ware's promised land . about, where * Sweet fields beyond the swelling floodStand dressed in living green. No wonder they named the place Green Acres! We left the wide driveway that winds aroundthe hill to the house, and took the little path thatleads straight up to it under the trees. The foot-path to peace, Phil calls it. There was smoke coming out of the kitchenchimney, for Lloyd and Mrs. Sherman had been inthe secret and had helped Phil as industriously asthe two genii of the Bottle to get everything had bought some of the furniture with thehouse, some they had helped him choose and somethey waited for me to select myself. But there wasenough to make the place livable right away, andthere wasnt a room in the house that didnt lookcomfortable and inviting. And there was May Lily installed in the kitchenas temporary cook, and perfectly willing to stay ifI wanted her. As if there could be any questionas to that! If there was anything needed to makeit seem more homelike than it already was, I found. Jt >. IT WAS AS IF WE HAD REACHED THAT LANDTHAT WE USED TO SING ABOUT. HOW IT ALL ENDED 311 it when we started out to explore the back fussy old hen, with her feathers all fluffed outimportantly, was clucking and scratching for abrood of downy yellow chickens, just out of theshell. Old Mom Beck had sent them over as awedding present, May Lily said. When WTC had been all through the orchardand down to the spring, and had discovered therows of currant and gooseberry bushes at the endof the garden, Phil said in a careless off-hand waythat we might as well take a look through the this time I had exhausted my whole stock ofexclamations, so I hadnt another word left whenhe led me up to a stall, where stood one of theprettiest bay saddle horses I ever saw in mywhole life. That was Father Tremonts presentto me. Daddy didnt know what would please youmost, Phil said, but I remembered the pleasureyou used to take in old Washington out -at theWig
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