"I've about give up." Schofields' Henry drew his sleeve across his eyes.

"He was the only man in this whole city that didn't jab and nag at me when I done my best," he exclaimed, with an increasing break in his utterance.

"Many a good word I've had from him when nobody in town done nothin' but laugh an' rile an' badger me about my--my bell." And Schofields' Henry began to cry openly.
"He was a great hand with the chuldern," said one man.

"Always have something to say to 'em to make 'em laugh when he went by.

'Talk more to them 'n he would to grown folks.