He looked as though he might be a trifle ill, too.

At the sight of them one of his accustomed grins came over his face, now rough again with a three days' growth of gray beard.
"Hello, boys!" the reformed tramp called out, as though really pleased to see them again; "you find me under the weather this time for keeps.
Had one of my little bad attacks, and just beginning to feel a shade better.

Perhaps I'll go off in one of these spells some fine day, sooner or later.

Matilda she's been a good nurse to me, and I'm beginning to believe I did the wisest thing ever when I decided to hunt my last remaining blood relative up, and stay with her till the end came." Matilda looked pained to hear him speak in that way, but Thad was not in the least impressed.

According to his mind the other had only caught a little summer cold, and which had caused him considerable distress, with its accompanying sneezing discomforts.