Oh, Noah built the Ark!"
Miss Darcy's path led on to the barn. Cocks and hens, white and red, held the barnyard. She watched them with pleasure, and the sun on the gray walls and the barn swallows going in and out. Then she found Mancy sitting under a shed, mending a wagon shaft.
"Good morning!"
"Good morning!"
"It's a lovely day."
"It is so, ma'am! You're from the city, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"I hope you like Sweet Rocket?"
"I do. It makes you feel whole."
Mancy glanced at her. He was a long, brown man, with features between negro and Indian. What you liked very much was his smile. It dropped over his face slowly, like sun on brown hills, out of quiet, cloudy weather. "That's a true saying!" he offered. "That's what I think about heaven. We'll just feel and know that we're well and whole."