I want to say that I didn't tell you about the Trolley fuss because I wanted you to learn some things for yourself.

I wanted you to know Mr.Pearson--to find out what sort of man he was afore you judged him.

Then, when you had known him long enough to understand he wasn't a liar and a blackguard, and all that Steve has called him, I was goin' to tell you the whole truth, not a part of it.
And, after that, I was goin' to let you decide for yourself what to do.
I'm a lot older than you are; I've mixed with all sorts of folks; I'm past the stage where I can be fooled by--by false hair or soft soap.

You can't pour sweet oil over a herrin' and make me believe it's a sardine.
I know the Pearson stock.

I've sailed over a heap of salt water with one of the family.