Aileen was sitting on a bench in the verandah reading, mother was working away as usual at something in the house.

Mother couldn't read or write, but you never caught her sitting with her hands before her.

Except when she was asleep I don't think she ever was quite still.
Aileen ran out to us, and stood while we let go our horses, and brought the saddles and bridles under the verandah.
'I'm glad you're come home for one thing,' she said.

'There is a message from father.

He wants you to meet him.' 'Who brought it ?' I said.
'One of the Dalys--Patsey, I think.' 'All right,' said Jim, kissing her as he lifted her up in his great strong arms.