It came at last. The sky lightened, the mist melted away, and then a long, low, far-off streak of pale yellow light floated on the eastern horizon.

Well, I'm doing my best to grow, said Davy, but it's a thing you can't hurry much. If Marilla wasn't so stingy with her jam I believe I'd grow a lot faster.

[Sister Moore] Is she been trying to serve the Lord? Or is she just wanted to put herself up over everybody else? [Brother Boxer] Now, that's what I'm talking about. The Word say, You going to know a tree by it's fruit. And we ain't been seeing such good fruit from Sister Margaret.

Then Dr. Day allowed herself to become distracted by a tree on the other side of 83rd Street, a sophora tree.