Mr.
Leivers was a good-looking man in the prime of life, with a golden-brown moustache, and blue eyes screwed up against the weather.
The boys were condescending, but Paul scarcely observed it.

They went round for eggs, scrambling into all sorts of places.

As they were feeding the fowls Miriam came out.

The boys took no notice of her.

One hen, with her yellow chickens, was in a coop.