"What I was going to say," he resumed, rolling down the collar of his coat, "was, that when my wife helped me bundle up t'night, she said I was gitt'n' t' be an old granny.

We _are_ agin', Judge, the's no denyin' that.

We're both gray as Norway rats now.

An' speaking of us agin' reminds me,--have y' noticed how bald the old Kyernel's gitt'n' ?" "I have, Amos," answered the Judge, mournfully.

"The old man's head is showing age, showing age! Getting thin up there, ain't it ?" The old Colonel bent to his work with studied abstraction, and even when Amos said, judicially, after long scrutiny: "Yes, he'll soon be as bald as a plate," he only lifted one yellow, freckled, bony hand, and brushed his carroty growth of hair across the spot under discussion.