He was a handsome fellow, especially about the head, as you may see by his portrait.

At times, he looked as old and grave as his mother; but for all that, he was a great rogue, and there was very little dignity or soberness about him.

He was brim-full of fun, and would play with anybody or anything that would allow him to take that liberty.

He would amuse himself for hours with an old shoe or rag that he had found in the street, and it seemed as if he never would get tired of shaking, and tearing, and biting it.

This disposition sometimes led him into mischief, in the house; but he was always so happy, so good-natured and so affectionate, that it was difficult to blame him very hard for his misconduct.