He seemed to me not like others--his face was bright and fresh like a little child's.

When he came to the shop I felt I liked him.

One day I saw a book in his pocket, and that made me feel near him.
I asked him if he was fond of reading, and he said, yes, when there was nothing else to do.

The next day he came to me, and asked me if I did not feel lonely; he never saw me going out with the other fellows; he would come and see me that evening, he said.
"I was glad, and bought some meat and flour, because the grey mare and I always ate mealies; it is the cheapest thing; when you boil it hard you can't eat much of it.

I made some cakes, and I folded my great coat on the box to make it softer for him; and at last he came.
"'You've got a rummy place here,' he said.
"You see there was nothing in it but packing-cases for furniture, and it was rather empty.