He's_ no silly boy! Besides, I knew him real well, and liked him.

I used to talk to him quite a lot when he brought the groceries.
But did Aunt Jane let me go?
She did not.

Why, she seemed almost more shocked than she had been over Charlie Smith and Fred Small, and the others.
"Mercy, child!" she exclaimed.

"Where in the world do you pick up these people ?" And she brought out that "these people" _so_ disagreeably! Why, you'd think Mr.Livingstone was a foreign Japanese, or something.
I told her then quietly, and with dignity, and with no temper (showing), that Mr.Livingstone was not a foreign Japanese, but was a very nice gentleman; and that I had not picked him up.

He came to her own door himself, almost every day.
"My own door!" exclaimed Aunt Jane.