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.
"Tough-fibered Davie goes down to look around," he grumbled.
Little Davie ran through the garden,—a great slice of bread and butter in one hand, and his spelling-book in the other.
Davie only laughed at her with a little good-natured contempt.
But he did not rise for what seemed to Davie a very long time, and might never rise of himself.
“You are not to grudge her to me, Davie, for a little while,” said Miss Holt.
You could not imagine a prettier spot than Davie's "study," as he called it.
And, Davie, the loss of Ythan even wouldna mean that to grandfather.