The meaning of his attitude was so obvious that River Andrew shifted uneasily from one foot to the other.
"Passen," he said, "he don't take no account of the graves.

He's what you might call a bookworm.

Always a sitting indoors reading books and pictures.

Butcher Franks turns his sheep in from time to time.

But along of these tempests and the hot sun the grass has shot up a bit.
Frenchman's no worse off than others.