As he stood on the steps to welcome them, the wind colored his handsome face and blew out the long black hair which fell curling on his shoulders.
Whatever they intended to say to him, when they thus saw him with young Colin by his side they were unable to say.

They could only lift their bonnets in silence.

The instincts and traditions of a thousand years were over them; he was at this moment the father and the chief of their deepest affection.

One by one they advanced to him.

He pressed the hands of all.