"Mr. Hawk turned in the lane.  He said this was the farm we were going to get.  We stopped out in front by a high board fence and waited until Frank and Papa came.  As I looked at the huge house and the strange sights around it, I wondered what our future would be.  We had at last reached the end of our long journey.  In some ways the trip had been hard, but I had enjoyed it, and will always remember the good coffee, and the flat tires, and the many other things that happened on this trip, and I will also remember the watchful care of our Lord over us during the many days and nights, as we travelled in a strange land."