He was just as smart and f-funny as could be." "Well, he isn't smart and funny now," said the judge, with a grim laugh.
The two men passed up the long avenue and into the house.

At the door they were met by Mrs.Hollis, whose small angular person breathed protest.

Her black hair was arranged in symmetrical bands which were drawn tightly back from a straight part.

When she talked, a gold-capped tooth was disclosed on each side of her mouth, giving rise to the judge's joke that one was capped to keep the other company, since Mrs.Hollis's sense of order and regularity rebelled against one eye-tooth of one color and the other of another.
"Good morning, doctor," she said shortly; "there's the door-mat.

No, don't put your hat there; I'll take it.