His face was clean-shaven, and his hair cut so short as to suggest that a wig of some kind was necessary to give it characteristic or even ordinary human semblance.

His manner, self-assured yet lacking reality, and his dress of respectable cut and material, yet worn as if it did not belong to him, completed a picture as unlike a student or schoolmaster as could be possibly conceived.
Yet there was the letter in Mr.Peaseley's hands from Barstow, introducing Mr.Charles Twing as the first assistant teacher in the Pine Clearing Free Academy! The three men looked hopelessly at each other.

An air of fatigued righteousness and a desire to be spiritually at rest from other trials pervaded Mr.Peaseley.Whether or not the young man felt the evident objection he had raised, he assumed a careless position, with his back and elbows against the bar; but even the attitude was clearly not his own.
"Are you personally known to Mr.Barstow ?" asked Sperry, with a slight business asperity.
"Yes." "That is--you are quite well acquainted with him ?" "If you'd heard me gag his style a minute ago, so that everybody here knew who it was, you'd say so." Mr.Peaseley's eyes sought the ceiling, and rested on the hanging lamp, as if nothing short of direct providential interference could meet the occasion.

Yet, as the eyes of his brother trustees were bent on him expectantly, he nerved himself to say something.
"I suppose, Mr .-- Mr.Twing, you have properly understood the great--I may say, very grave, intellectual, and moral responsibilities of the work you seek to undertake--and the necessity of supporting it by EXAMPLE, by practice, by personal influence both in the school and OUT OF IT.

Sir, I presume, sir, you feel that you are fully competent to undertake this ?" "I reckon HE does!" "WHO does ?" "Sam Barstow, or he wouldn't have selected me.