"That's my boy Jimmie!" he said.
"Fine young man, yes," said Herr Favre.
"I got two o' the finest boys," said Sheridan, "I got two o' the finest boys God ever made, and that's a fact, Mr.Farver! Jim's the oldest, and I tell you they got to get up the day before if they expect to catch HIM in bed! My other boy, Roscoe, he's always to the good, too, but Jim's a wizard.

You saw them two new-process warehouses, just about finished?
Well, JIM built 'em.

I'll tell you about that, Mr.Farver." And he recited this history, describing the new process at length; in fact, he had such pride in Jim's achievement that he told Herr Favre all about it more than once.
"Fine young man, yes," repeated the good Munchner, three-quarters of an hour later.

They were many miles out in the open country by this time.
"He is that!" said Sheridan, adding, as if confidentially: "I got a fine family, Mr.Farver--fine chuldern.

I got a daughter now; you take her and put her anywhere you please, and she'll shine up with ANY of 'em.
There's culture and refinement and society in this town by the car-load, and here lately she's been gettin' right in the thick of it--her and my daughter-in-law, both.