The ice-cream parlor was papered with scenes from Paul and Virginia , The pigs were fat all year, you could stand a spoon in the cream. —Penn stood under his oak with a feathered pipe in his fingers, His eyes were quiet with God, but his wits and his bargain sharp.

So I remember it all, and the light sound of buckeyes falling On the worn rose-bricks of the pavement, herring-boned, trodden for years; The great yellow shocks of wheat and the dust-white road through summer, And, in Fall, the green walnut shells, and the stain they left for a while.