After a considerable time the boy appeared, and stood in the doorway.
If they had dressed him in one of the swallow-tailed coats, and oiled his hair till the drops fell from it, and it lay as smooth as an elder's on sacrament Sunday, there would still have been something unanointed in the aspect of the fellow.

As it was, standing there in his strange old costume, his head presenting much the appearance of having been deeply rolled in sand, his eyelids swollen, the hair hanging over his forehead, and a dogged sullenness on his features, he presented most the appearance of an ill-conditioned young buffalo.
"Beloved Lord," cried Tant Sannie, "how he looks! Come in, boy.

Couldn't you come and say good-day to me?
Don't you want some supper ?" He said he wanted nothing, and turned his heavy eyes away from her.
"There's a ghost been seen in your father's room," said Tant Sannie.

"If you're afraid you can sleep in the kitchen." "I will sleep in our room," said the boy slowly.
"Well, you can go now," she said; "but be up early to take the sheep.
The herd--" "Yes, be up early, my boy," interrupted Bonaparte, smiling.

"I am to be master of this farm now; and we shall be good friends, I trust, very good friends, if you try to do your duty, my dear boy." Waldo turned to go, and Bonaparte, looking benignly at the candle, stretched out one unstockinged foot, over which Waldo, looking at nothing in particular, fell with a heavy thud upon the floor.
"Dear me! I hope you are not hurt, my boy," said Bonaparte.