With the restlessness of a man looking for some indefinable thing to turn up, Samuel was out on the porch waiting the return of his daughter.

Jonas had come for Cynthy Ann, and was sitting on a "shuck-bottom" chair in front of the house.
Andrew reached out his hand and greeted his brother cordially, and spoke civilly to Abigail.

Then there was a pause, and Mrs.Anderson turned her head to the wall and groaned.

After a while she looked round and saw August.

A little of her old indignation came into her eyes as she whimpered, "What did _he_ come for ?" "I brought him," said Andrew.
"Well, it's your house, do as you please.