Do you think he knows what I'm sayin' now?
What do you think he looks like, anyway ?" "I don't know," Saxon answered.

"He's just a funny proposition." "Oh!" the other gasped.
"He IS, just the same, from what all people say of him," Saxon went on stoutly.

"My brother thinks he looks like Abraham Lincoln.

Sarah thinks he has whiskers." "An' I never think of him with his hair parted," Mary confessed, daring the thought and shivering with apprehension.

"He just couldn't have his hair parted.