Sublime

sable

I thought often and seriously of picking huckleberries; that surely I could do, and its small profits might suffice—for my greatest skill has been to want but little—so little capital it required, so little distraction from my wonted moods, I foolishly thought. While my acquaintances went unhesitatingly into trade or the professions, I contemplated

I tell myself she was a luxury, like fruit out of season, lucky to have but temporary.

Macomber

bucolic

Wherever her family went, she became the node that connected all wandering Americans worth knowing.