She watched him with subconscious admiration.

He was so superbly lithe and strong.
She saw him reach Jeanie and kneel down beside her.

There was no hesitation about him.

He was evidently deeply concerned.

He slipped a persuasive arm about the child's huddled form.
When Avery reached them, Jeanie's head in its blue woollen cap was pillowed against him and she was telling him sobbingly of her trouble.
"I--I caught my foot.