Mr.Landholm's face looked satisfied, as of a man who had got a difficult job well over; Mrs.Landholm's took time to be tired; Winthrop's was as usual, though remembering with some comfort that there would not be so many wantings of fish, nor so many calls upon his strength of arm for boat exercise.

Rufus was serious and thoughtful; the children disposed to be congratulatory.
"It's good I can sit somewhere but on the corner," said Asahel, -- "and be by ourselves." "It's good I can have _my_ old place again," said Winifred, "and sit by Governor." Her brother rewarded her by drawing up her chair and drawing it closer.
"I am glad they are gone, for your sake, mamma," he said.
"Well, we haven't made a bad summer of it," said Mr.Landholm.
His wife thought in her secret soul it had been a busy one.
Winthrop thought it had been a barren one.

Rufus -- was not ready to say quite that.
"Not a bad summer," repeated Mr.Landholm.

"The next thing is to see what we will do with the winter." "Or what the winter will do with us," said Rufus after a moment.
"If you like it so," said his father; "but _I_ prefer the other mode of putting it.

I'd keep the upper hand of time always; -- I speak it reverently." Winthrop thought how completely the summer had got the better of him.
"My friend Haye is a good fellow -- a good fellow.