"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way.
"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.
Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.
But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"
"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it.
Captain Jim was a high-souled, simple-minded old man, with eternal youth in his eyes and heart.
It could not be denied that Captain Jim was a homely man.
"Thought they'd be sorter tasty after travelling," said Captain Jim. "They're fresh as trout can be, Mistress Blythe.
"Who is attending to the light tonight, Captain Jim?" asked Doctor Dave.
Months afterward Jim Burden arrived at my apartment one stormy winter afternoon, with a bulging legal portfolio sheltered under his fur overcoat.
My own story was never written, but the following narrative is Jim's manuscript, substantially as he brought it to me.
Jim, who was in advance, saw the last stair before him and stuck his head above the rocky sides of the stairway.
Go ahead, Jim, and whatever happens we'll make the best of it."
But Jim was ready for them, and when he saw them coming he turned his heels toward them and began kicking out as hard as he could.
"Those wooden things are impossible to hurt," he said, "and all the damage Jim has done to them is to knock a few splinters from their noses and ears.