Harvey D.was still neat-faced and careful of attire, still solicitous of many little things.

Gideon, gaunt and dour, was still erect.

His hair was white now, but the brows shot their questioning glance straight.

Sharon was as he had been, round-chested, plump; perhaps a trifle readier to point the ends of the grizzled brows in choleric amaze.

The Whipple nose on all three still jutted forward boldly.