How can he be clever?
He may be able to jine up a broken man or woman after a fashion, and put his finger upon an ache if you tell him nearly where 'tis; but these young men--they should live to my time of life, and then they'd see how clever they were at five-and-twenty! And yet he's a projick, a real projick, and says the oddest of rozums.

'Ah, Grammer,' he said, at another time, 'let me tell you that Everything is Nothing.

There's only Me and not Me in the whole world.' And he told me that no man's hands could help what they did, any more than the hands of a clock....Yes, he's a man of strange meditations, and his eyes seem to see as far as the north star." "He will soon go away, no doubt." "I don't think so." Grace did not say "Why ?" and Grammer hesitated.

At last she went on: "Don't tell your father or mother, miss, if I let you know a secret." Grace gave the required promise.
"Well, he talks of buying me; so he won't go away just yet." "Buying you!--how ?" "Not my soul--my body, when I'm dead.

One day when I was there cleaning, he said, 'Grammer, you've a large brain--a very large organ of brain,' he said.