He was quite unused to such attention.
She was almost smothered under its weight.
"Why, mother," laughed the farmer as he passed through the kitchen, swinging the great milk-churns, "you've got almost more than you can manage there." She beat up the sofa cushions for the youth.
The kitchen was very small and irregular.

The farm had been originally a labourer's cottage.

And the furniture was old and battered.

But Paul loved it--loved the sack-bag that formed the hearthrug, and the funny little corner under the stairs, and the small window deep in the corner, through which, bending a little, he could see the plum trees in the back garden and the lovely round hills beyond.
"Won't you lie down ?" said Mrs.Leivers.
"Oh no; I'm not tired," he said.

"Isn't it lovely coming out, don't you think?
I saw a sloe-bush in blossom and a lot of celandines.