And the vicar was a good judge, for he had five boys of his own, besides three other boys, the sons of a distant relative, who boarded with him; and he had lived forty years in a parish overflowing with boys, and he was particularly fond of boys in general.

Not so the doctor, a pursy little man with a terrific frown, who hated boys, especially little ones, with a very powerful hatred.

The doctor said that Martin was a scamp.
And yet Martin had not the appearance of a scamp.

He had fat rosy cheeks, a round rosy mouth, a straight delicately-formed nose, a firm massive chin, and a broad forehead.

But the latter was seldom visible, owing to the thickly-clustering fair curls that overhung it.