But we're agin', we ain't what we were once.

Cold takes hold of us." "That's a fact," answered Amos to the retrospective musings of the Judge.

"Time was you an' me would go t' singing-school or sleigh-riding with the girls on a night like this and never notice it." "Yes, sir; yes, sir!" said the Judge with a sigh.

It was a little uncertain in Robie's mind whether the Judge was regretting the lost ability to stand the cold, or the lost pleasure of riding with the girls.
"Great days, those, gentlemen! Lived in Vermont then.

Hot-blooded--lungs like an ox.