Same old Jim in lots of ways, but something more, somehow, though I can't tell it.

Then there's my boy, Grant.

I know right well what he'd been if it wasn't for you to show him what the best kind of a man's like.

He'd a sure never knowed it from me.

I don't mean as he'd a ever been a bad man like Wash Gibbs, or a no account triflin' one, like them Thompsons, but he couldn't never a been what he is now, through and through, if he hadn't a known you.