He looked cold and tired.

Philip, who never could resist the mute appeal of distress in any form, reached out his hand and said kindly, "Come in, my brother, you look cold and weary.
Come in and sit down before the fire, and we'll have a bite of lunch.

I was just beginning to think of having something to eat, myself." Philip's wife looked a little remonstrance, but Philip did not see it, and wheeling an easy chair before the fire he made the man sit down, and pulling up a rocker he placed himself opposite.
The stranger seemed a little surprised at the action of the minister, but made no resistance.

He took off his hat and disclosed a head of hair white as snow, and said, in a voice that sounded singularly sweet and true: "You do me much honor, sir.

The fire feels good this chilly evening, and the food will be very acceptable.