They gave him a rather satisfying inspiration.

With them he could prove the incongruity of the partnership that had already begun to exist between him and the Missioner.

He weighed himself, with Father Roland looking on.

The scales balanced at 132.
"And I'm five feet nine in height," he said, disgustedly; "it should be 160.

You see where I'm at!" "I knew a 200-pound pig once that worried himself down to ninety because the man who kept him also kept skunks," replied Father Roland, with his odd chuckle.