At supper time he appeared with his hair wetly combed in imitation of Gray's.

He wore a necktie, too, and into it he had fastened a cheap brass stickpin, much as Gray wore his.

During the meal he watched how the guest used his knife and fork and made awkward attempts to do likewise, but a table fork was an instrument which, heretofore, Buddy had looked upon as a weapon of pure offense, like a whaler's harpoon, and conveniently designed either for spearing edibles beyond his reach or for retrieving fragments of meat lurking between his back teeth.

He even did some hasty manicuring under the edge of the table with his jack-knife.
Pa Briskow was scarcely less observant than his son.

He watched Gray's every move; he sounded him out adroitly; he pondered his lightest word.
After the supper things had been cleared away and the dishes washed, the entire family adjourned to the front room and again examined the jewelry.