They started shooting in October 1979 in the little town of Davie, Florida.
There was not much to do in Davie, so when the day's work was done, cast and crew made their own fun.
With Davie trotting along at his side, John had little chance for brooding.
Wee Davie had taken no harm, for he was fast asleep with his head on her bosom.
Little Davie ran through the garden,—a great slice of bread and butter in one hand, and his spelling-book in the other.
As it was, he made up his mind far too soon, for he chose to follow Davie.
But he did not rise for what seemed to Davie a very long time, and might never rise of himself.
It would be just about this time last year that Davie was slain.
You could not imagine a prettier spot than Davie's "study," as he called it.
Davie used to say 'tick-tock' when he heard it, when he first learned to talk.