Felix wandered over it among bees busy with the apple-blossom.

At the very end he came on his brother, cutting down a pear-tree.

Tod was in shirt-sleeves, his brown arms bare almost to the shoulders.

How tremendous the fellow was! What resounding and terrific blows he was dealing! Down came the tree, and Tod drew his arm across his brow.

This great, burnt, curly-headed fellow was more splendid to look upon than even Felix had remembered, and so well built that not a movement of his limbs was heavy.