Matthew was gone out the window, and a good thing, too, because Father slammed through the door in his nightshirt, wild-eyed and -haired, cedar rod from his workshop, thick as a branch, at the ready.

Our institute employed an English teacher. He looked very strange - red-faced, golden-haired, with a thick growth of whiskers that reached all the way to the nose.

Half on the road, he met a gray-haired old lady sitting in a small river, exert herself grinding a thick iron bar.