But these letters of the small town's alphabet are often tangled into as long and complex words as those of the greatest city; it takes but twenty-six letters to spell all the passions.

The letter A, that looked so distinctly separate, is soon found to be connected with C and T in Cat, and with W and R in War, as well as cross-connected with the C and W in Caw, and with T and R in Tar; while the houses that stood so seemingly alone are all connected and criss-crossed by lines of love and hate, of petty policy and revenge and pride, quite as are nations or people who live in labyrinths, or in a metropolis.
It was still too early in the morning for Eliph' Hewlitt to call on Miss Sally, and there was no haste; the day was long.

He even doubted whether it would be good policy to call on her in the morning; he might find her busy with household cares.

Probably it would be best to wait for the afternoon, when she would be at leisure.

This, he decided would be best.