Willy Eddy did not know the meaning of envy.

He had such a fund of sympathetic imagination that he possessed the fair possessions of others like a child with fairy tales.
"Is he president of all of them ?" asked little Willy Eddy, with gusto, and looked as if he himself held them all in his meagre potato-stained hands.
"No," replied the barber, with importance--"no, he's more than a president.

A president is nothin' except a figger-head.

I don't care what he's president of, whether it is of this great country or of railroads or what not.

They could git along without the president, but they can't without this gentleman.