The House of The Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne Chapter 19 Page 8

scowl down at me out of the window, and look cross, even if she felt pleasantly.

So, I’ll come back at noon.”

With these reflections, the old man was shutting the gate of the little back-yard. Creaking on its hinges, however, like every other gate and door about the premises, the sound reached the ears of the occupant of the northern gable, one of the windows of which had a side-view towards the gate.

“Good-morning, Uncle Venner!” said the daguerreotypist, leaning out of the window. “Do you hear nobody stirring?”

“Not a soul,” said the man of patches. “But that’s no wonder. ‘Tis barely half an hour past sunrise, yet. But I’m really glad to see you, Mr. Holgrave! There’s