Everything sings to you there; even the poorest sections have a quaint glamour of their own.

It gleams out at you from the most forbidding surroundings.

Sometimes it is only a century-old door knocker or an ancient vine-covered wall--but it is a breath from the gracious past.
And as you cannot go a step in the Village without seeing something picturesque so you cannot read a page of the history of Greenwich without stumbling upon the trail of romance or adventure.

As, for example, the tale of that same Sir.

Peter Warren, whose name we have encountered more than once before, as proper a man as ever stepped through the leaves of a Colonial history and the green purlieus of Old Greenwich!.