All day he would be looking from the chaise windows with ebullitions of gratified curiosity, that were sometimes justified and sometimes not, and that (taken altogether) it occasionally wearied me to be obliged to share.

I can look at horses, and I can look at trees too, although not fond of it.
But why should I look at a lame horse, or a tree that was like the letter Y?
What exhilaration could I feel in viewing a cottage that was the same colour as 'the second from the miller's' in some place where I had never been, and of which I had not previously heard?
I am ashamed to complain, but there were moments when my juvenile and confidential friend weighed heavy on my hands.

His cackle was indeed almost continuous, but it was never unamiable.

He showed an amiable curiosity when he was asking questions; an amiable guilelessness when he was conferring information.
And both he did largely.

I am in a position to write the biographies of Mr.Rowley, Mr.Rowley's father and mother, his Aunt Eliza, and the miller's dog; and nothing but pity for the reader, and some misgivings as to the law of copyright, prevail on me to withhold them.
A general design to mould himself upon my example became early apparent, and I had not the heart to check it.