162 PEEP AT OUR NEIGHBORS.

neighborhood of my father’s house, we
used to be often together. He had no
bad habits; and so my mother, who was
very particular in respect to the com-
pany I kept, did not hesitate to allow us
to be together.

I said that William had no bad habits.
I ought to explain that a little. I mean
that he did not use profane and impure
language, and that he was not what is
called a bad boy. ‘There was one bad
habit about him, although that was of
such a nature that it is hardly proper to
speak of it as a wicked habit. I will tell
you what it was. He could hardly ever
deny a person, when he was asked to do