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arm was hidden behind her sister.
It is to be hoped that Longfellow never heard of this, for if he did it must have caused him a good deal of pain, in return for his kindness; but that is what one gets.
Fortunately the photographs have long since faded out.
Much in the same line was his interest in the children of the poor.
A ragged urchin seemed to attract him much more than one that was nicely dressed.
Perhaps they seemed more poetic to him, and he could see more deeply into the joys and sorrows of their lives.
Where the Episcopal Theological School now stands on Brattle Street there was formerly a sort of tenement-house; and one day, as we were taking a stroll before dinner, we noticed three small boys with dirty faces standing at the corner of the building; and just then one of them cried out: “Oh, see; here he comes!”
And immediately Longfellow appeared leaving the gate of Craigie House.
We passed him before he reached the children, but on looking back we saw that he had stopped to speak with them.
They evidently knew him very well.
It is remarkable how the impression should have been circulated that Longfellow was not much of a pedestrian.
On the contrary, there was no one who was seen more frequently on the streets of Cambridge.
He walked with a springy step and a very slight swing of the
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