HAPPY HOLLOW FARM 115 



the high air. Far as we could see the valley 

 opened out and out in the crystal-clear light, 

 brimming with peace and beauty. 



"Aren't those hills wonderful!" Laura said 

 by and by. "They're never done with sur- 

 prising me. I think this is the most beautiful 

 spot in the world." 



"Is it good enough to pay you for being a 

 farmer's wife?" I asked. 



Laura didn't accept the challenge to an ar- 

 gument. Her eyes were fixed on the distances. 

 "There isn't a thing there," she said, "that 

 doesn't seem worth while." 



That was the very thing! I didn't press my 

 foolish question. 



