He's a misunderstood man, he tells me.

Maybe he is; there are such, you know.

I've read about 'em in stories." Emily smiled.

"Well," she said, "I wouldn't drive him too hard, if I were you, Imogene.

He isn't the hardest worker in the world, but he does do some work, and men who can be hired to work about a place in summer are scarce here in East Wellmouth.