1 Ethan, rising on his elbow, watched the landscape whiten and shape itself under the sculpture of the moon.
2 Ethan was standing near the window, mechanically filling his pipe while he watched Mattie move to and fro.
3 A bright fire glowed in the stove and the cat lay stretched before it, watching the table with a drowsy eye.
4 When it was in place they stood side by side on the door-step, watching Daniel Byrne plunge off behind his fidgety horse.
5 The cat, who had been a puzzled observer of these unusual movements, jumped up into Zeena's chair, rolled itself into a ball, and lay watching them with narrowed eyes.
6 He would have liked to linger on, watching her tidy up and then settle down to her sewing; but he wanted still more to get the hauling done and be back at the farm before night.
7 As the dancers poured out of the hall Frome, drawing back behind the projecting storm-door, watched the segregation of the grotesquely muffled groups, in which a moving lantern ray now and then lit up a face flushed with food and dancing.
8 The pure air, and the long summer hours in the open, gave back life and elasticity to Mattie, and Zeena, with more leisure to devote to her complex ailments, grew less watchful of the girl's omissions; so that Ethan, struggling on under the burden of his barren farm and failing saw-mill, could at least imagine that peace reigned in his house.