Yet, however--perhaps--if you wish to look." He sat in the middle of the room before a small pine table.

His little binding apparatus was before him.

In his fingers was a huge upholsterer's needle threaded with twine, a brad-awl lay at his elbow, on the floor beside him was a great pile of pamphlets, the pages uncut.
Old Grannis bought the "Nation" and the "Breeder and Sportsman." In the latter he occasionally found articles on dogs which interested him.

The former he seldom read.

He could not afford to subscribe regularly to either of the publications, but purchased their back numbers by the score, almost solely for the pleasure he took in binding them.
"What you alus sewing up them books for, Mister Grannis ?" asked Maria, as she began rummaging about in Old Grannis's closet shelves.