“Now Hemlock Mountain was not a mountain at all, it was a hill, and not a very big one. But someone had started calling it Hemlock Mountain, and the name had stuck. Now everyone talked about ‘going over Hemlock Mountain.”
“Jonathan’s mother liked company but sometimes- oh, once in a while- she wished they did not have so much of it. Or that the aunts and uncles and cousins were not quite so hungry.”