I was not absolutely certain that it was Grandpa Edwards, yet I felt pretty sure.
His hair was a little whiter and his face somewhat more wrinkled; yet he had changed surprisingly little.

His hearing, too, did not appear to be much impaired, and he was doing a pretty good job of weeding without glasses.
I could see that he was in doubt about admitting his identity to me.

"It is only by accident I saw you," I said.

"I did not come to find you." Still he did not speak and seemed disinclined to do so, or to admit anything about himself.

I was sorry that I had stopped to accost him, but now that I had done so I went on quite as a matter of course to give him tidings of the old Squire and of grandmother Ruth.