To be sure I missed the boys, with whom I had grown up, played with for years, and later measured my intellectual powers with, but, as they became a novelty, there was new zest in occasionally seeing them.

After I had been there a short time, I heard a call one day: "Heads out!" I ran with the rest and exclaimed, "What is it ?" expecting to see a giraffe or some other wonder from Barnum's Museum.

"Why, don't you see those boys ?" said one.

"Oh," I replied, "is that all?
I have seen boys all my life." When visiting family friends in the city, we were in the way of making the acquaintance of their sons, and as all social relations were strictly forbidden, there was a new interest in seeing them.

As they were not allowed to call upon us or write notes, unless they were brothers or cousins, we had, in time, a large number of kinsmen.
There was an intense interest to me now in writing notes, receiving calls, and joining the young men in the streets for a walk, such as I had never known when in constant association with them at school and in our daily amusements.