"Do you see that stout gentleman ?" "He is the largest of them all," said Anton, with delight.
"He is my oldest acquaintance, and it is my dinners that have made him so fat.

He moves about among the others like a rich banker.

Only hear him! His very chirp has in it something aristocratic and supercilious.
He looks upon this crumb-scattering as a duty society owes him, and determines generously to leave for the others all he can not eat up himself.

But I think I see a tuft on his little breast." "A loose feather ?" whispered Specht.
"Yes," continued Sabine; "I much fear his wife has pulled it out; for, important as he seems, he is under petticoat government.

That gray little lady yonder, the lightest of them all, is his wife.