As to the others, he had shown thanks for their gracious courtesy; but friendship, as in other cases, did not advance.

The Stonehouses were not in any way chagrined; their lives were too happy and too full for them to take needless offence.

They respected the young man's manifest desire for privacy; and there, so far as they were concerned, the matter rested.
But this did not suit the child.

Pearl was a sweet little thing, a real blue-eyed, golden-haired little fairy, full of loving-kindness.

All the mother-instinct in her, and even at six a woman-child can be a mother--theoretically, went out towards the huge, lonely, sad, silent young man.