A short man with a red face, somewhat obstinate-looking.

His eye lighted up when he saw Rachel; Mrs.Frost poured out the contents of her saucepan, which appeared to be a compound of Scotch oatmeal and treacle.

Rachel was invited to take some, but declined.

She lifted one of the children on her knee--a pretty little girl named after herself.

The child did not seem well, and Rachel hushed it to her, bringing down her own sweet face caressingly upon the little one's.
"So I hear as Mr.John Massingbird's a-going to London on a visit ?" cried Robin to his sister, holding out his basin for a second supply of the porridge.
The question had to be repeated three times, and then Rachel seemed to awake to it with a start.