"You'll be falling on to the rail if you aren't careful." It strangely annoyed him that his father should greet Jim just as though he were some quite ordinary man in Polchester.

He himself waited in a strange agitation until Jim should notice him.

The man turned at last, bending down to pick up a box, saw him, touched his cap, smiling a long, crooked smile, and Jeremy blushed with happiness.

It was the first recognition that he had had from the farm, and it pleased him.
They all moved up to the higher road.

Uncle Samuel, coming on at the last, in a dreamy, moody way, stopping on the bridge to look down at the railway-line, and then suddenly saying aloud: "Their minds are full of the number of boxes, and whether they'll get tea, and who's to pay what, and 'How badly I want a wash!' and already to-morrow they'll be wondering whether they oughn't to be getting home to Polchester.