Aunt hopes you'll hurry, for you never can tell.

He may be different from what he looks." "What does he look ?" Ann's small hands made an expressive gesture which seemed to envisage something long and lean.
"Queer--like that.

He's not old, but he's bald.

His eyes screw into you.
His nose," another formative gesture, "is like that.

A nawful big nose.
He didn't tell his name." "If he looks like that, perhaps he hasn't any name.