The glasses were filled with home-brewed ale, sparkling and clear and golden as the finest Madeira.
They all ate manfully, stimulated by the genial hostess.

Even Mary outshone all her former efforts, and although she couldn't satisfy Mrs.
Gilbert, she declared she had never eaten so much in all her life.

This set good Mrs.Gilbert's cheeks all aglow with simple, honest satisfaction.
Hope drove Mary home in the dog-cart.

He was a happy man, but she could hardly be called a happy woman.

She was warm and cold by turns.