He was as kind as he could be--you could feel that, you know, and so you had confidence.

Sometimes he smiled, and it was good to see; but when he straightened himself up like a liberty-pole, and the lightning begun to flicker out from under his eyebrows, you wanted to climb a tree first, and find out what the matter was afterwards.

He didn't ever have to tell anybody to mind their manners -- everybody was always good-mannered where he was.

Everybody loved to have him around, too; he was sunshine most always--I mean he made it seem like good weather.

When he turned into a cloudbank it was awful dark for half a minute, and that was enough; there wouldn't nothing go wrong again for a week.
When him and the old lady come down in the morning all the family got up out of their chairs and give them good-day, and didn't set down again till they had set down.