But what would be too much ?" "So much that they would find it out." "Well, they didn't find it out this evening," said Asahel.
But that little speech went home, and for half the way as he walked up to the house holding Asahel's hand, there was something like bitterness in the heart of the elder brother.
So long, but no longer.

They had got only so far when he looked down at the little boy beside him and spoke with his usual calm clearness of tone, entire and unchanged.
"Then they aren't as clear-sighted as I am, Asahel, for I always know when you are looking at me." "Ah, I don't believe you do!" said Asahel laughing up at him; "I very often look at you when you don't look at me." "Don't trust to that," said Winthrop.
There was in the little boy's laugh, and in the way he wagged his brother's hand backwards and forwards, a happy and confident assurance that Winthrop could do anything, that it was good to do.
Everybody was at the supper-table; there was nothing for Winthrop then to do but to take his place; but his _countenance_ to his mother, all supper-time, was worth a great deal.

His cool collected face at her side heartened her constantly, though he scarcely spoke at all.

Mr.Landholm played the part of host with no drawback to his cheerfulness; talked a great deal, and pressed all the good things of the table upon Miss Cadwallader; who laughing, talking, and eating, managed to do her full share of all three.

She was certainly very pretty.
Her "light-coloured" hair was not so light as to be uncomely, and fell in luxuriant ringlets all round the sides of her pretty head; and the head moved about enough to shake the ringlets, till they threatened to form a mazy net to catch men's eyes.