The man-child with light and fine white-golden hair, falling straight
down and square over his brow, and blue-grey eyes which were both
kind and merry, and shyly seeking as it were. Plump and rosy he was,
sturdy and stout-limbed. No less fair was the woman; her hair
golden-brown, as oft it is with children who grow up dark-haired, and
curling in fair little rings all over her head; her eyes were big and
dark grey; she was thinner than the lad, and somewhat taller.
These two babes had between them a milk-white she-goat, and had been
playing with her, and now she turned her head to this and that one of
them, bleating, as if to crave more of the game; but they had no eyes
for her, but stood staring with might and main on the new-comer and
her shining golden gown.
Birdalone laughed with joy when she saw the little ones, and a dim
memory of the days of Utterhay passed before her: she stretched out
a hand to them, and spake softly and caressingly, and the little lad
came forward smiling, and took her hand, and made as if he would help
her up for courtesy's sake.
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