He was cut on a bias, an' that bias runs ter money every time.

You know as well as I do that he won't lift his finger unless there's a dollar stickin' to it, an' that he hain't no use fur anythin' nor anybody unless there's money in it for him.

I'm blamed if I don't think that if he ever gits ter heaven, he'll pluck his own wings an' sell the feathers fur what they'll bring." "Oh, Perry!" remonstrated Mr.Jack, in a half-stifled voice.
Perry Larson only grinned and went on imperturbably.
"Well, seein' as we both understand what he is, I'll tell ye what he DONE.

He called me up ter his fence one day, big as life, an' says he, 'How's the boy ?' An' you could 'a' knocked me down with a feather.
Streeter--a-askin' how a boy was that was sick! An' he seemed ter care, too.

I hain't seen him look so longfaced since--since he was paid up on a sartin note I knows of, jest as he was smackin' his lips over a nice fat farm that was comin' to him! "Well, I was that plum puzzled that I meant ter find out why Streeter was takin' sech notice, if I hung fur it.