He looked about in an absent way, slowly drew off his overcoat, and when Amy offered to take it, bent and kissed her cheek.

The girl was startled to hear him sob and to see tears starting from his eyes.

Turning suddenly away, he stood before the fire and made a pretence of warming himself; but his sobs overmastered him.

He leaned his arms on the mantel-piece.
'Shall I pour out the tea, father ?' Amy ventured to ask, when there was again perfect silence.
'Haven't you had yours ?' he replied, half-facing her.
'Not yet.' 'Get it, then--all of you.

Yes, you can pour me out a cup--and put another on the little tray.