1 He pulled on his wet coat again and went back to the barn to feed the greys.
2 As they drove away the sun sank behind the hill and the pine-boles turned from red to grey.
3 A red sun stood over the grey rim of the fields, behind trees that looked black and brittle.
4 He told Jotham to go out and harness up the greys, and for a moment he and Mattie had the kitchen to themselves.
5 "I hope Zeena ain't broken anything she sets store by," she called after him as he turned the greys toward home.
6 On the farther side of the hemlock belt the open country rolled away before them grey and lonely under the stars.
7 They stood together in the gloom of the spruces, an empty world glimmering about them wide and grey under the stars.
8 At the kitchen door Daniel Byrne sat in his sleigh behind a big-boned grey who pawed the snow and swung his long head restlessly from side to side.
9 At first its weak flame made no impression on the shadows; then Zeena's face stood grimly out against the uncurtained pane, which had turned from grey to black.
10 Her hair was as grey as her companion's, her face as bloodless and shrivelled, but amber-tinted, with swarthy shadows sharpening the nose and hollowing the temples.
11 A slatternly calico wrapper hung from her shoulders and the wisps of her thin grey hair were drawn away from a high forehead and fastened at the back by a broken comb.
12 On the way over to the wood-lot one of the greys slipped on a glare of ice and cut his knee; and when they got him up again Jotham had to go back to the barn for a strip of rag to bind the cut.