That mother of his don't know how to handle him.

She's another breed." "Yes," said the questioner, "the mistress is a lady, she is, and gentle like the squire who's gone.

But how did they get such a one as Master Anthony ?" "Don't know," replied Bess, "but father says that when he was a boy in the Fens they'd have told that the fairy folk changed him at birth.
Anyway, I like him well enough, for he suits me." Barbara went back to her sitting-room, where not long afterwards the boy came to her.

As he entered the doorway she noted how handsome he looked with his massive head and square-jawed face, and how utterly unlike any Arnott or Walrond known to her personally or by tradition.

Had he been a changeling, such as the girl Bess spoke of, he could not have seemed more different.
He came and stood before her, his hands in his pockets and a smile upon his face, for he could smile very pleasantly when he chose.
"Well, Anthony," she said, "what is it ?" "Nothing, mother dear, except that I have come to beg your pardon.