Have you had your breakfasts ?" The small creature and her smaller brother shook their heads.
"Go down and get them." Whispering and twisting back, they went, and by the side of the bed Tod sat down.

In Tryst's eyes was that same look of dog-like devotion he had bent on Derek earlier that morning.

Tod stared out of the window and gave the man's big hand a squeeze.

Of what did he think, watching a lime-tree outside, and the sunlight through its foliage painting bright the room's newly whitewashed wall, already gray-spotted with damp again; watching the shadows of the leaves playing in that sunlight?
Almost cruel, that lovely shadow game of outside life so full and joyful, so careless of man and suffering; too gay almost, too alive! Of what did he think, watching the chase and dart of shadow on shadow, as of gray butterflies fluttering swift to the sack of flowers, while beside him on the bed the big laborer lay ?...
When Kirsteen and Sheila came to relieve him of that vigil he went down-stairs.

There in the kitchen Biddy was washing up, and Susie and Billy putting on their boots for school.