It seemed to Eileen strange that she could see in him even a trace of her mother, and yet she could.

Red veins crossed his cheeks and glowed on his nose.

His tired eyes were watery; his thick lips had an inclination to sag; but there was heartiness in his voice and earnestness in the manner in which he picked her up.
"What have they been doing to you down here ?" he demanded.

"Never should have left you this long.

Ought to have come down and taken you and showed you what you wanted, and then you would have known whether you wanted it or not." At this juncture a huge woman, gross in a feminine way as her husband was in his, paddled up the walk.
"I'm comin' in and rest a few minutes," she said.