Soon he saw it was his uncle Ozias Lamb, laden with bundles of shoes about his shoulders, bending forward under their weight.
Ozias halted when he reached Jerome.

"Hullo!" said he; "that you ?" "Yes, sir," Jerome replied, deferentially.

He had respect for his uncle Ozias.
"Where you goin' ?" "Home." "'Ain't you been to Robinson's for shoes ?" "Yes, sir." "Where be they, then ?" Jerome told him.
"I ain't surprised.

I knew what 'twould be when I heard you'd fit 'Lisha," said Ozias.

"You hit my calf, you hit me.