It was the same with other children.

The little daughter of Mr.Wirt once came into a room where Mr.Webster was sitting with his back toward her, and touched him on the arm.

He turned suddenly, and the child started back with an affrighted cry at the sight of that dark, stern, melancholy face.

But the cloud passed as swiftly as the shadows on a summer sea, and the next moment the look of affection and humor brought the frightened child into Mr.Webster's arms, and they were friends and playmates in an instant.
The power of a look and of changing expression, so magical with a child, was hardly less so with men.

There have been very few instances in history where there is such constant reference to merely physical attributes as in the case of Mr.Webster.His general appearance and his eyes are the first and last things alluded to in every contemporary description.