He's rather big, with fine, broad shoulders, and awfully good-looking.

He has light-brown hair, about the color of Cousin George's, and bright blue eyes; and he always looks as though he had just got out of the bath-tub--only stopped, of course, to put his clothes on.

I guess we must be pretty old-fashioned in our notions, we Maine country folks, because so many of my pet ideas and beliefs have been changed since I came here.

You know with us it has always gone without dispute that rich boys are mean and worthless, if not really immoral.

But here they're not that way.