By Ray Stannard Baker
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And oh, it was good to see Harriet in the doorway! ” And so together we greased the wagon, talking all the time in the friendliest way. I actually believe that he was having a pretty good time. At least it had the virtue of unexpectedness. He wasn’t bored! When he had ﬁnished we both straightened our backs and looked at each other. There was a twinkle in his eye: then we both laughed. “He’s all right,” I said to myself. I held up my hands, then he held up his: it was hardly necessary to prove that wagon-greasing was not a delicate operation.
I do not question its truth.
In sunny spots I had the fragrance of the open cornﬁeld, the aromatic breath of the brown earth, giving curiously the sense of fecundity—a warm, generous odour of daylight and sunshine. Down the ﬁeld, toward the corner, cutting in sharply, as though a door opened (or a page turned to another lyric), came the cloying, sweet fragrance of wild crab-apple blossoms, almost tropical in their richness, and below that, as I came to my work, the thin acrid smell of the marsh, the place of the rushes and the ﬂags and the frogs.
Adventures in Contentment by Ray Stannard Baker