1 I'm a thinkin my old man won't know de boys and de baby.
2 George stood thoughtfully looking at the door, as the old man closed it.
3 'Cause I wants to show my old man dem very bills de perfectioner gave me.
4 The real piety and benevolence of the simple old man invested him with a temporary dignity and authority, as he spoke.
5 The friendly little old man shook it heartily, and after a little shower of caution, he took his umbrella, and fumbled his way out of the room.
6 The words of holy trust, breathed by the friendly old man, stole like sacred music over the harassed and chafed spirit of George; and after he ceased, he sat with a gentle and subdued expression on his fine features.
7 Instantly the flexible limbs of the child assumed the appearance of deformity and distortion, as, with his back humped up, and his master's stick in his hand, he hobbled about the room, his childish face drawn into a doleful pucker, and spitting from right to left, in imitation of an old man.
8 Haley here forced his way into the group, walked up to the old man, pulled his mouth open and looked in, felt of his teeth, made him stand and straighten himself, bend his back, and perform various evolutions to show his muscles; and then passed on to the next, and put him through the same trial.