He was thinly and very shabbily clad, and was shivering with cold.

The great, healthy heart within Jim Fenton was touched in an instant.
"Well, bub," said he, tenderly, "how fare ye?
How fare ye?
Eh ?" "I'm pretty well, I thank you, sir," replied the lad.
"I guess not.

You're as blue as a whetstone.

You haven't got as much on you as a picked goose." "I can't help it, sir," and the boy burst into tears.
"Well, well, I didn't mean to trouble you, boy.

Here, take this money, and buy somethin' to make you happy.