On his head was a soft gray hat and about his neck a white scarf showing above the lapels of his coat.

He had thin, shapely legs, a flat waist, and square shoulders, above which rose a clean-shaven face of singular sweetness and refinement.
At the sound of the wheels the tattered cur poked his head from between the blossoms, twisted his one ear to catch the sound, and with a side-spring bounded up the road toward the setter.
"Well, I declare, if it ain't Dr.John Cavendish and Rex!" Martha exclaimed, raising both hands in welcome as the horse stopped beside her.

"Good-mornin' to ye, Doctor John.

I thought it was you, but the sun blinded me, and I couldn't see.

And ye never saw a better nor a brighter mornin'.