"Well, 'e was a dreat dod," said Hawker, and the setter, overwhelmed, contorted himself wonderfully.
There were lights in the kitchen, and at the first barking of the dog the door had been thrown open.

Hawker saw his two sisters shading their eyes and peering down the yellow stream.

Presently they shouted, "Here he is!" They flung themselves out and upon him.

"Why, Will! why, Will!" they panted.
"We're awful glad to see you!" In a whirlwind of ejaculation and unanswerable interrogation they grappled the clothes case, the paint-box, the easel, and dragged him toward the house.
He saw his old mother seated in a rocking-chair by the table.

She had laid aside her paper and was adjusting her glasses as she scanned the darkness.