Thelittleflagsandalltheorchardandbirdswerebehindme；ononehandwasthebroad，grassymeadowwiththecreekrunningsoswiftly，Icouldhearit，andthebreathofthecowslipscameupthehill。Straightinfrontwasthelanerunningdownfromthebarn，crossingthecreekandspreadingintothewoodspasture，wherethewaterranwiderandyetswifter，bigforesttreesgrew，andbushesofberries，pawpaws，willow，everythingeverfoundinanIndianathicket；grassunderfoot，andmanywildflowersandfernswhereverthecattleandhorsesdidn’ttramplethem，andbigger，wilderbirds，manyhavingnamesIdidn’tknow。Ontheleft，acrossthelane，wasalargecornfield，withtreeshereandthere，anddownthevalleyIcouldseetheBigCreekcomingfromthewest，theBigHillwiththechurchontop，andalwaysthewhitegravestonesaroundit。Alwaystootherewastheskyoverhead，oftenwithcloudsbankeduntilyoufeltifyouonlycouldreachthem，youcouldclimbstraighttothegatesthatfatherwassofondofsingingaboutsweepingthrough。Mostlytherewasabighawkoraturkeybuzzardhangingamongthem，justtoshowusthatwewerenotsomuch，andthatwecouldn’tshootthem，unlesstheychosetocomedownandgiveusachance。
IsetBobbyandHezekiahonthefenceandstoodbetweenthem。
“Wewillopenservicethismorningbysingingthethirty-fifthhymn，“Isaid。“SisterDover，willyoupitchthetune？“
ThenImademyvoicehighandsqueallylikehersandsang：
“ComeyethatlovetheLord，Andletyourjoysbeknown，Joininasongofsweetaccord，Andthussurroundthethrone。“