But when they showed him that they trusted him, and, unsolicited, climbed upon him and laid their cheeks against his, then the loveliest expression came over his face, and you knew that the great heart, which the other day ceased to beat, throbbed with an exquisite bliss, akin to anguish.
One of the happiest days I remember was when I and mine received a telegram saying that he had a baby of his own.

And I thank God that little Miss Hope is too young to know what an appalling loss she has suffered....
Perhaps he stayed to dine.

Then perhaps the older daughter was allowed to sit up an extra half-hour so that she could wait on the table (and though I say it, that shouldn't, she could do this beautifully, with dignity and without giggling), and perhaps the dinner was good, or R.H.
D.thought it was, and in that event he must abandon his place and storm the kitchen to tell the cook all about it.

Perhaps the gardener was taking life easy on the kitchen porch.

He, too, came in for praise.