Saturday morning was come, and all the summer world was bright and fresh, and brimming with life. There was a song in every heart; and if the heart was young the music issued at the lips . . . Cardiff Hill, beyond the village and above it, was green with vegetation, and it lay just far enough away to seem a Delectable Land, dreamy, reposeful and inviting.
Tom appeared on the sidewalk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush . . .
-- The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
CHILDHOOD: THE DELECTABLE LAND. Like Cardiff Hill, it lies just far...
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