To make a morning call on an Esquimaux acquaintance, one must creep through a long tunnel; his house is all walls and no door, except such a one as an apple with a worm-hole has.

One might, very probably, trace a regular gradation between these two extremes.

In cities where the evenings are generally hot, the people have porches at their doors, where they sit, and this is, of course, a provocative to the interchange of civilities.

A good deal, which in colder regions is ascribed to mean dispositions, belongs really to mean temperature.
Once in a while, even in our Northern cities, at noon, in a very hot summer's day, one may realize, by a sudden extension in his sphere of consciousness, how closely he is shut up for the most part .-- Do you not remember something like this?
July, between 1 and 2, P.M., Fahrenheit 96 degrees, or thereabout.

Windows all gaping, like the mouths of panting dogs.