I know only that the fare was plenteous, and the hospitality of my new friends unbounded.

We were very much at ease with one another, and our laughter rang up to the stalwart beams that sustained the old ceiling.

If I had possessed the smallest fragment of my heart, I should have delivered it over without hesitation to my aunt Dorothy--pardon!--my Charlotte's aunt Dorothy, who is the cheeriest, brightest, kindest matron I ever met, with a sweet unworldly spirit that beams out of her candid blue eyes.
Charlotte seems to have been tenderly attached to her father the poor fellow who died in Philip Sheldon's house--uncomfortable for Sheldon, I should think.

The Mercers talk a good deal of Thomas Halliday, for whom they appear to have entertained a very warm affection.

They also spoke with considerable kindness of the two Sheldons, whom they knew as young men in the town of Barlingford; but I should not imagine either uncle Joseph or aunt Dorothy very well able to fathom the still waters of the Sheldon intellect.
After dinner uncle Joe took us round the farm.