He had a round head of tight chestnut curls, very sunburnt legs, a freckled face, and merry eyes.

Admonished by his mother to greet the gentleman, he finished off Davidson by addressing him in French.
"'_Bonjour_.' "Davidson, overcome, looked up at the woman in silence.

She sent the child back to the hut, and when he had disappeared in the grass, she turned to Davidson, tried to speak, but after getting out the words, 'That's my Tony,' burst into a long fit of crying.

She had to lean on Davidson's shoulder.

He, distressed in the goodness of his heart, stood rooted to the spot where she had come upon him.
"What a meeting--eh?
Bamtz had sent her out to see what white man it was who had landed.