GOING TO THE THEATRE WITH LONGFELLOW When Edward Bok stood before the home of Longfellow, he realized that he was to see the man around whose head the boy's youthful reading had cast a sort of halo.

And when he saw the head itself he had a feeling that he could see the halo.

No kindlier pair of eyes ever looked at a boy, as, with a smile, "the white Mr.Longfellow," as Mr.Howells had called him, held out his hand.
"I am very glad to see you, my boy," were his first words, and with them he won the boy.

Edward smiled back at the poet, and immediately the two were friends.
"I have been taking a walk this beautiful morning," he said next, "and am a little late getting at my mail.

Suppose you come in and sit at my desk with me, and we will see what the postman has brought.