Then I guess we'll git our walkin'-papers, mighty quick." "I'm not sure of that," said the girl, thoughtfully.

"They must be hard-hearted, indeed, to turn you out into the world; and you are both capable people, and would serve the city folks faithfully and well." "It's my eyes," replied the other, in a simple, matter-of-fact tone.
"Hucks might wait on the nabobs all right, but they won't tol'rate a blind woman a minute, I'm sure.

An' Hucks 'd ruther be with me in the poor-house than to let me go alone." "Right y' air, Nora girl!" cried a merry voice, and as the blind woman looked up with a smile Ethel turned around to face "Old Hucks." A tall man, but much bent at the shoulders and limping in one leg from an old hurt aggravated by rheumatism.

His form was as gnarled as the tree-trunks in the apple-orchard, and twisted almost as fantastically.
But the head, uplifted from the stooped shoulders and held a little to one side, was remarkable enough to attract attention.

It had scanty white locks and a fringe of white whiskers under the chin, and these framed a smiling face and features that were extremely winning in expression.