The path leading to his door was neatly edged by small cobble stones.

Autumn tinted ivy embowered his front door and climbed over the wall nearly to the low roof.
Uncle Zed met the visitors at the door.

"Well, well," he exclaimed, "come right in.

I'll light the lamp." Then he assisted them to find seats.
Mildred looked keenly at Uncle Zed, whom she found to be a little frail old man with clean white hair and beard, and kindly, smiling face.

He sat down with his company and rubbed his hands in a way which implied: "And what does all this mean ?" Mildred noted that the wall, back of his own chair, was nearly covered with books, and a number of volumes lay on the table.