Puffs of wind came.

Paul looked over the high woods of Aldersley, where the country gleamed, and home had never pulled at him so powerfully.
"Good-morning, mother," he said, smiling, but feeling very unhappy.
"Good-morning," she replied cheerfully and tenderly.
She stood in her white apron on the open road, watching him as he crossed the field.

He had a small, compact body that looked full of life.

She felt, as she saw him trudging over the field, that where he determined to go he would get.

She thought of William.