Trees were so rare in that country, and they had to make such a hard fight to grow, that we used to feel anxious about them, and visit them as if the… - Willa Cather

She laughed her mellow, easy laugh, that was either very artless or very comprehending, one never quite knew which.

As I looked about me I felt that the grass was the country, as the water is the sea. The red of the grass made all the great prairie the colour of winestains, or of certain seaweeds when they are first washed up. And there was so much motion in it; the whole country seemed, somehow, to be running.

To be sure, the Bishop was a little theatrical in his humility, as he had been in his grandeur; but that was his way, Auclair reflected, and, after all, nobody can help his way. If a man admits his mistakes, that is a great deal...