He was very pretty, with a mop of gold curls, and he loved his father from the first.

Mrs.Morel was glad this child loved the father.

Hearing the miner's footsteps, the baby would put up his arms and crow.

And if Morel were in a good temper, he called back immediately, in his hearty, mellow voice: "What then, my beauty?
I sh'll come to thee in a minute." And as soon as he had taken off his pit-coat, Mrs.Morel would put an apron round the child, and give him to his father.
"What a sight the lad looks!" she would exclaim sometimes, taking back the baby, that was smutted on the face from his father's kisses and play.

Then Morel laughed joyfully.
"He's a little collier, bless his bit o' mutton!" he exclaimed.
And these were the happy moments of her life now, when the children included the father in her heart.
Meanwhile William grew bigger and stronger and more active, while Paul, always rather delicate and quiet, got slimmer, and trotted after his mother like her shadow.