I only said, "Oh, mother, how gray your hair is! Are you glad to see me?
I have grown old too!" We went in by the kitchen, where the men were, and a young girl with a bulging forehead.

Hepsey looked out from the buttery door, and put her apron to her eyes, without making any further demonstration of welcome.

Temperance was mixing dough.

She made an effort to giggle, but failed; and as she could not cover her face with her doughy hands, was obliged to let the tears run their natural course.

Recovering herself in a moment, she exclaimed: "Heavenly Powers, how you're altered! I shouldn't have known you.