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MY FIRST DISSIPATION.
It was a wonderfully fine thing to have that lofty castle to myself, and to feel, when I shut my outer door, like Robinson Crusoe, when he had got into his fortification, and pulled his ladder up after him.

It was a wonderfully fine thing to walk about town with the key of my house in my pocket, and to know that I could ask any fellow to come home, and make quite sure of its being inconvenient to nobody, if it were not so to me.
It was a wonderfully fine thing to let myself in and out, and to come and go without a word to anyone, and to ring Mrs.Crupp up, gasping, from the depths of the earth, when I wanted her--and when she was disposed to come.

All this, I say, was wonderfully fine; but I must say, too, that there were times when it was very dreary.
It was fine in the morning, particularly in the fine mornings.

It looked a very fresh, free life, by daylight: still fresher, and more free, by sunlight.