Such simple things become luxuries when brought to perfection by loving care.

The old dog on the hearthrug came thrusting his nose into your hands, making almost too great friends, being perfectly well aware (cunning old fellow) that he could coax more out of a visitor than one of the family, who knew how he had stuffed all day.
Over all there was an atmosphere of welcome, a genial brightness.

The young men were anxious to tell you where the best sport could be got.

The young ladies had a merry, genuine, unaffected smile--clearly delighted to see you, and not in the least ashamed of it.

They showed an evident desire to please, without a trace of an _arriere pensee_.