[T]he occasional trees, the stone-heaps, the marching fences, the stumps, the saplings, the cows, and the feeding sheep.

I went through a period of itinerancy in my youth.

If these children have been their parents' gifts and teachers, then these stories shared by struggling but resilient parents is a gift to all of us. They hold a mirror to our own perceptions and to the influence—good and bad—that we can have on those we are trying to help.

Then yours she will never be! You are banished her presence; her mother has opened her eyes to your designs, and she is now upon her guard against them.