Either some passion is gnawing at him inwardly, or some hidden disease is at work upon him.
-- What 's the matter with Little Boston ?--said the young man John to me one day .-- There a'n't much of him, anyhow; but 't seems to me he looks peakeder than ever.

The old woman says he's in a bad way, 'n' wants a puss to take care of him.

Them pusses that take care of old rich folks marry 'em sometimes,--'n' they don't commonly live a great while after that.

No, Sir! I don't see what he wants to die for, after he's taken so much trouble to live in such poor accommodations as that crooked body of his.

I should like to know how his soul crawled into it, 'n' how it's goin' to get out.