—The boy lowered his head, and rubbed his forehead with his hands as though he were trying to collect his thoughts.
—There she knelt, her face turned heavenward, her hands crossed in her lap, while her body drooped gently as though she were very, very tired.
—When he reached the door of his house, he hastily unlocked the door, opened it, went in, and carefully locked the door again behind him; and in his eagerness to confide his secret to some one he could trust, he went down the hall calling "Mother, Mother!"
—His eyes filled with tears as he went to the wall where the picture of his father hung, and there with his head resting on his arm against the wall, he sobbed bitterly.
—Rizpah spread the cloth on the ground at the foot of the tree, seated herself upon it, and with her arms resting limp upon her knees, her eyes set in unutterable woe, watched the birds and thought about her lost children.
—The man was lying, sprawling, on the couch, but he jumped up and ran to the door and angrily motioned to his servant to come to him.
—The old lady sat shivering near the stove, holding out her hands to get the warmth and nervously opening and closing them so that the tips of her fingers kept rubbing her palms.
—"I see," thought the boy as he stood with folded arms looking fixedly at the floor.
—He took the handkerchief, examined it a moment and said: "It doesn't belong to me!"
—He stooped over and picked up a pencil that was lying on the floor: "Pshaw," said he, "it is broken!"