I set the candle down.

I noticed the window was up; so he had clumb in by the shed.

He kept a-looking me all over.

By and by he says: "Starchy clothes--very.

You think you're a good deal of a big-bug, DON'T you ?" "Maybe I am, maybe I ain't," I says.
"Don't you give me none o' your lip," says he.