Hugh, your eyes are younger than mine; and, besides, I'm afraid there are tears dimming my sight.

Look, and tell us what you see!" It was a picture, with those two old people so eagerly hanging on the decision of the clear-eyed youth.

Hugh used the glass, for he wanted to make certain.

It would be doubly cruel if by any mistake on his part those anxious hearts were deceived.
"I can plainly make out the first initial, which is J beyond question," he almost immediately said.
At hearing that the deacon cast a swift look toward his wife, which she returned in kind.

Neither of them could find utterance for a single word, however, such was the mental strain under which they labored.
"The last letter looks like a W," continued Hugh.