He beckoned to the attendant, and pointed to a heavily nailed oaken door.
"Look in," he said.
The man drew aside a little shutter in the door, and looked through the bars which guarded the opening.
"Is he waking or sleeping ?" the superintendent asked.
"Waking, sir." "Is he at work ?" "Yes, sir." The superintendent turned to my aunt.
"You are fortunate, madam--you will see him in his quiet moments.

He amuses himself by making hats, baskets, and table-mats, out of his straw.
Very neatly put together, I assure you.

One of our visiting physicians, a man with a most remarkable sense of humor, gave him his nickname from his work.

Shall we open the door ?" My aunt had turned very pale; I could see that she was struggling with violent agitation.

"Give me a minute or two first," she said; "I want to compose myself before I see him." She sat down on a stone bench outside the door.