It excited my curiosity.

He took a step toward me and I retreated.

I feared, a little, this big, lion-like man.

My fears left me suddenly when he spoke in a small squeaky voice that reminded me of the chirping of a bird.
"Little boy, come here and I will make you a present," said he.
It reminded me of my disappointment when uncle tried to shoot his gun at a squirrel and only the cap cracked.
I went to him and he laid a silver piece in the palm of my hand.

Aunt Deel began to hurry about getting dinner ready while Uncle Peabody and I sat down on the porch with our guests, among whom was a pretty blue-eyed girl of about my own age, with long, golden-brown hair that hung in curls.
"Sally, this is Barton Baynes--can't you shake hands with him ?" said Mrs.Dunkelberg.
With a smile the girl came and offered me her hand and made a funny bow and said that she was glad to see me.