The man of business was driving an elderly horse which bore a faint resemblance to its owner, being small and thin and badly in need of a hairdresser's services.

If the animal had possessed whiskers and could have tugged at them Thankful was sure it would have done it.
Solomon tugged at his own whiskers almost constantly during that forenoon.

He and Mrs.Barnes visited the "Captain Abner place" and Solomon inspected every inch of its exterior.

For some reason or other he absolutely refused to go inside.

His conversation during the inspection was, for the most part, sniffs and grunts, and it was not until it was ended and they stood together at the gate, that he spoke to the point, and then only because his companion insisted.
"Well!" said Thankful.
Mr.Cobb "weeded." "Eh ?" he said.
"That's what I say--eh?
What are you goin' to do about that mortgage, Mr.Cobb ?" More weeding.