The face of this elderly New England shoemaker looked not unlike some Asiatic conception of a deity.
Jerome always closed the door immediately when he entered, for Ozias dreaded a draught, having an inclination to rheumatism, and being also chilly, like most who sit at their labor.

Then he would seat himself on a stool, and close shoes, and listen when his uncle talked, as he did constantly when once warmed to it.

The little room was lighted by a whale-oil lamp on the wall.

On some nights the full moonlight streamed in the three windows athwart the lamp-light.

The room got hotter and closer.