Marketing," said Mrs.Mortimer, "is not my husband's strong point, but we'll hope for the best." The cabin doorway was low as well as narrow.

Looking through it, Tilda now discerned in the gathering daylight the lower half of Sam Bossom's person.

He sat with his legs dangling over the break of the stairway, and as the children crawled forth they perceived that he was busy with a small notebook.
"Why are we stoppin' here ?" demanded Tilda, with a glance about her.
The boat lay moored against the bank opposite the towpath, where old Jubilee stood with his face deep in a nosebag.

He stood almost directly against the rising sun, the effect of which was to edge his outline with gold, while his flank presented the most delicate of lilac shadows.
Beyond him stretched a level country intersected with low hedges, all a-dazzle under the morning beams.

To the left the land sloped gently upward to a ridge crowned, a mile away, by a straggling line of houses and a single factory chimney.