The Sock Stories

IN the city block where I live there are just twenty-four houses on the other side of the street and twenty-four on this side six lamp posts and eight ailanthus trees in green boxes. Oh dear me what a tiresome row! That's what I thought when I first came to lodge here; for as I am an old bachelor I don't want a whole house to myself; but now when I sit at my window and look out at the street I find no end of things to amuse and interest me; particularly when the gas is lighted of an evening and I can see a little way into the parlors of the opposite neighbors.