A flock of grandchildren crowded round him, two of them on his knees.

He was showing them the pictures.

To gaze wonderingly on those pictures, and never tire of asking explanations of their mysteries, was the chief business of the little Frosts' lives.
Robert's wife--but he was hardly ever called anything but Robin--was preparing something over the fire for the evening meal.

Rachel went up and kissed her father.

He scattered the children from him to make room for her.