But they're fine to think about, Fingers.

Funny, isn't it, that their names should be so strangely alike--Mary and Marette?
I say, Fingers--" Heavy footsteps sounded in the hall.

Both turned from the window as Constable Pelly came to the door of the cell.

They recognized this intimation that their time was up, and with his foot Fingers roused his sleeping dog.
It was a new Fingers who walked back to the river five minutes later, and it was an amazed and discomfited dog who followed at his heels, for at times the misshapen and flesh-ridden Togs was compelled to trot for a few steps to keep up.

And Fingers did not sink into the chair on the shady porch when he reached his shack.