That was why they were always interfering.
Thus reflecting sagely, he kept his eyes on his plate and did justice to the fare; for one cannot scorch from the Cliff House to the Western Addition via the park without being guilty of a healthy appetite.
Now and then his father directed a glance at him in a certain mildly anxious way.

Joe did not see these glances, but Bessie saw them, every one.

Mr.Bronson was a middle-aged man, well developed and of heavy build, though not fat.

His was a rugged face, square-jawed and stern-featured, though his eyes were kindly and there were lines about the mouth that betokened laughter rather than severity.

A close examination was not required to discover the resemblance between him and Joe.