It was then, I believe, that I first felt what it was to be vain.
I was proud to believe that, though women might be taller, stronger, and older than I, there lay a future before me that the most powerful women could never hope to win. It was then also I gathered that a child's first duty was to make haste to be a man, in order that I might attain that highest human dignity.
My grandfather appears to me as a stout old gentleman, clad in corduroy breeches, dark stockings, and long Melton coat, with a clean-shaven face, rather round, and lit up by humorous grey eyes.
He and I occupied the top floor, which had an independent entrance from the garden.
The lower rooms were inhabited by my uncles, Moses and Thomas.
By-and-bye, there came a change.
My strong, one-armed Uncle Moses married a woman named Kitty, a flaxen-haired, fair girl of a decided temper; and after that event we seldom descended to the lower apartments.
I have a vivid remembrance of Sunday evenings at a We