The king's duds was all black, and he did look real swell and starchy.

I never knowed how clothes could change a body before.

Why, before, he looked like the orneriest old rip that ever was; but now, when he'd take off his new white beaver and make a bow and do a smile, he looked that grand and good and pious that you'd say he had walked right out of the ark, and maybe was old Leviticus himself.

Jim cleaned up the canoe, and I got my paddle ready.

There was a big steamboat laying at the shore away up under the point, about three mile above the town--been there a couple of hours, taking on freight.