Jo often watched him, trying to discover the charm, and at last decided that it was benevolence which worked the miracle.

If he had any sorrow, 'it sat with its head under its wing', and he turned only his sunny side to the world.

There were lines upon his forehead, but Time seemed to have touched him gently, remembering how kind he was to others.

The pleasant curves about his mouth were the memorials of many friendly words and cheery laughs, his eyes were never cold or hard, and his big hand had a warm, strong grasp that was more expressive than words.
His very clothes seemed to partake of the hospitable nature of the wearer.

They looked as if they were at ease, and liked to make him comfortable.