His cheek-bones were very broad and high; his brows thick and rather darker than his bright hair, so that his deep-set, very blue eyes seemed to look out of a thicket; his level white teeth gleamed from under his tawny moustache, and his brown, unshaven cheeks and jaw seemed covered with gold powder.

Catching sight of Felix, he came forward.
"Fancy," he said, "old Gladstone spending his leisure cutting down trees--of all melancholy jobs!" Felix did not quite know what to answer, so he put his arm within his brother's.

Tod drew him toward the tree.
"Sit down!" he said.

Then, looking sorrowfully at the pear-tree, he murmured: "Seventy years--and down in seven minutes.

Now we shall burn it.