Strange to say, there are very few changes along its streets since my boyhood.

I found the other day the very slanting cellar door I used to slide on when I was so high! Do you know Greenwich ?" He was sitting upright as he spoke, his hands hidden in the folds of his black cassock, wondering meanwhile what was causing the deep lines on the brow of this high-bred, courteous man, and the anxious look in the deep-set eyes.

As priest he had looked into many others, framed in the side window of the confessional--the most wonderful of all schools for studying human nature--but few like those of the man before him; eyes so clear and sincere, yet shadowed by what the priest vaguely felt was some overwhelming sorrow.
"Oh, yes, I know it as I know most of New York," Felix was saying; "it is close to Jefferson Market and full of small houses, where I should think people could live very cheaply"; adding, with a sigh, "I have walked a great deal about your city," and as suddenly checked himself, as if the mere statement might lead to discussion.
Kitty, who had been darning one of John's gray yarn stockings--the needle was still between her thumb and forefinger--leaned forward.
"That's the matter with him, Father, and he'll never be happy until he stops it," she cried.

"He don't do nothin' but tramp the streets until I think he'd get that tired he'd go to sleep standin' up." Felix turned toward her.

"And why not, Mrs.Cleary ?" he asked with a smile.