Jest as good a man as I ever was, only I'm cold.

I'll be all right when spring comes, so 't I c'n git outdoors.

Somethin' to warm me up, yessir; I'm cold, that's all." The young fellow sat in awe before him, but the old wife and Bill moved about the room, taking very little interest in what the old man said or did.

Bill at last took down the violin.

"I'll wake him up," he said.
"This always fetches the old feller.