His sympathetic brogue, smooth and soft and instinct with drollery, held for her a never-ending fascination.
And always at the end of the day there was Kenny's Gray Man of the Twilight stealing up the river all too soon.
Joan was not the only one to whom the sparkle of the irrepressible Irishman's wit and humor was an energizing boon.

There was Hannah and Hetty; and Hughie, too, though he stoutly denied it.

Life on the Craig farm was no longer dull.
Kenny, at a loose end, kept the farm in ferment, evading the work Garry had sent him, by a conscientious effort to assist others.

He was glad he could paint if the mood seized him.

Denied the opportunity he knew he would have fretted.