The deacon's deep-toned voice was wonderfully musical, and to Hugh it sounded almost as though he were singing whenever he spoke.

He never grew tired of hearing the old blacksmith talk; though they would not allow him to be a mere visitor, but, by asking many questions, kept Hugh in the conversation.
The little fellow had been placed in a high chair.

It looked of very ancient vintage, Hugh thought, when first sighting it.

Seeing the look on his face the good lady of the house said in a voice that she tried to keep from vibrating: "It was our Joel's chair; somehow we have managed to keep it intact through all the years.

There was a time when I dreamed of some day seeing this boy seated at my table in his father's high chair.