All these were the children of Po-Po, begotten in lawful wedlock.
Then there were two or three queer-looking old ladies, who wore shabby mantles of soiled sheeting, which fitted so badly, and withal had such a second-hand look that I at once put their wearers down as domestic paupers--poor relations, supported by the bounty of My Lady Arfretee.

They were sad, meek old bodies; said little and ate less; and either kept their eyes on the ground, or lifted them up deferentially.

The semi-civilization of the island must have had something to do with making them what they were.
I had almost forgotten Monee, the grinning old man who prepared our meal.

His head was a shining, bald globe.

He had a round little paunch, and legs like a cat.