HAPPY HOLLOW FARM 317 



ing about a little while ago the word that 

 hadn't been found the word that would stand 

 for faith and content and goodness? Why, of 

 course that's it ! And we've had it all the time ! 

 Home! 



What is the idea of home, anyway? You 

 needn't bother to turn to the dictionaries. IVe 

 just this minute looked through half a dozen 

 of them; and what do you suppose IVe found? 

 Listen: "The house in which one resides; 

 place or country in which one dwells ; pertain- 

 ing to one's dwelling ; the abode of the family 

 to which one belongs ; a place or state of rest or 

 comfort; a future state; the grave." Now 

 what do you think of that? 



Yet that's not surprising, when you think of 

 it. We have the one great word; how dare we 

 hope to find other words fit to define it with? 

 It can't be done. There isn't any definition. 



But, oh, I wish you could see the picture I'm 

 looking at just now! Then you'd understand. 



It's evening. There are long shadows across 

 the land. The day has been warm, but the air 

 is coming cool now from the heights. Work is 

 over. From my window I can see Sam going 

 wearily through the yard toward his cottage 

 with his two little boys. My own family is 



