Well, he's young, never been anywhere, knows nothing about the world, sentimental, no doubt.

Perhaps it was the natural thing for him to do, but it was a most singular choice, curious freak, altogether." Both men were busy with their thoughts for a time, then Tracy heaved a sigh and said, "Mr.Barrow, the case of that young fellow troubles me." "You mean Nat Brady ?" "Yes, Brady, or Baxter, or whatever it was.

The old landlord called him by several different names." "Oh, yes, he has been very liberal with names for Brady, since Brady fell into arrears for his board.

Well, that's one of his sarcasms--the old man thinks he's great on sarcasm." "Well, what is Brady's difficulty?
What is Brady--who is he ?" "Brady is a tinner.

He's a young journeyman tinner who was getting along all right till he fell sick and lost his job.