PEEP AT OUR NEIGHBORS. 19

the time I am writing of. Still he
was an old-fashioned man—so we boys
thought. He wore short clothes and
knee buckles; and his hair hung down
behind, and was sometimes fastened in
a cue.

When he walked out, there was not a
boy or girl in the street, that he did not
stop to speak to. There was some stiff-
ness about him—something which always
seemed to me to warn me against coming
too near him, until I was spoken to, and
until he held out his hand toward me, as
king Ahasuerus held out the golden scep-
tre toward Esther. But I do not think
he really courted such outward respect as