His fine bearded face might have been the face of a scholar, except for its roughened skin and the wistful, dog-like look in the eyes.
In response to Kesiah's greeting, he explained that he had come at once to acknowledge the gift of the overcoat and to "pay his respects." "I am glad you like it," she answered, and because her heart was swelling with kindness, she stammered and grew confused while the anxious frown deepened between her eyebrows.

A morbid horror of making herself ridiculous prevented her always from making herself understood.
"It will be very useful to me, ma'am, when I am out of doors in bad weather," he replied, wondering if he had offended her by his visit.
"We got it for that purpose," and becoming more embarrassed, she added hastily, "How is the red cow, Mr.Merryweather ?" "She mends slowly, ma'am.

I am givin' her bran mash twice a day and keepin' her in the barn.

Have you noticed the hogs?
They're a fine lot this year and we'll get some good hams at the killin'." "No, I hadn't looked at them, but I've been struck with the corn you've brought up recently from the low grounds." For a minute or two they discussed the crops, both painfully ill at ease and uncertain whether to keep up the conversation or to let it trail off into silence.

Then at the first laboured pause, Reuben repeated his message to Mrs.Gay and stamped slowly out of the back door into the arms of Jonathan, who was about to enter.
"Halloo! So it's you!" exclaimed the young man in the genial tone which seemed at once to dispel Kesiah's embarrassment.