On this occasion he did not ask for either Mr.or Mrs.Emerson, but announced that his call was upon Miss Ellen.
Unfortunately, she had gone to bed, but he remained for a time talking with my sister Edith and me, the school-mates of his children.

To cover his shyness he took up a stereoscope on the centre-table and began to look at the pictures.

After looking at them for a time he asked where those views were taken.

We told him they were pictures of the Concord Court and Town Houses, the Common and the Mill-dam; on hearing which he expressed some surprise and interest, but evidently was as unfamiliar with the centre of the village where he had lived for years as a deer or a wood-thrush would be.

He walked through it often on his way to the cars, but was too shy or too rapt to know what was there." Emerson liked Hawthorne better than his books,--the latter were too weird, uncanny, and inconclusive.