"What do I want with a white-haired mother ?" "I'm afraid you'll have to put up with one, my lad," she said rather strangely.
They set off in great style, she carrying the umbrella William had given her, because of the sun.

Paul was considerably taller than she, though he was not big.

He fancied himself.
On the fallow land the young wheat shone silkily.

Minton pit waved its plumes of white steam, coughed, and rattled hoarsely.
"Now look at that!" said Mrs.Morel.Mother and son stood on the road to watch.

Along the ridge of the great pit-hill crawled a little group in silhouette against the sky, a horse, a small truck, and a man.