From The Best Stories of Wilbur Daniel Steele 1946 It was the biggest farm of the Footstool; it had smooth swelling fields, like waves; well-tended wood lots, and clean fat cattle. Addie Joslin was part of it. The strength of her eighteen years of married life had gone into it; season by season she had served its needs, spending much on the land and little on herself. This evening she was a little tired. But tonight John and Ray would be home; perhaps in time for the milking. The week was all but done. It all did look pretty, with the sun setting behind the mountain. "How d'you do? Good evening."