Perhaps that fact touched her, and it was with a kind of involuntary tenderness that she looked into the sickly face, where all the smiles could not hide the wrinkles.
"It is many years since we met; and we are both somewhat altered, Cousin Caroline." "You are, with those three great boys.

The little girl yours also ?--Oh yes, I remember William told me--poor little thing!" And with uneasy awe she turned from our blind Muriel, our child of peace.
"Will you come up to the house?
my husband has only ridden over to Enderley; he will be home soon." "And glad to see me, I wonder?
For I am rather afraid of that husband of yours--eh, Ursula?
Yet I should greatly like to stay." Ursula laughed, and repeated the welcome.

She was so happy herself--she longed to distribute her happiness.

They walked, the children following, towards the house.
Under the great walnut-tree, by the sunk fence which guarded the flower-garden from the sheep and cows, Mrs.Halifax stopped and pointed down the green slope of the field, across the valley, to the wooded hills opposite.
"Isn't it a pretty view ?" said Guy, creeping up and touching the stranger's gown; our children had lived too much in an atmosphere of love to know either shyness or fear.
"Very pretty, my little friend." "That's One-tree Hill.

Father is going to take us all a walk there this afternoon." "Do you like going walks with your father ?" "Oh, don't we!" An electric smile ran through the whole circle.