"Bless you, sir," said the very queer small boy, "’when I was not more than half as old as nine, it used to be a treat for me to be brought to look at it. And now, I am nine, I come by myself to look at it. And ever since I can recollect, my father, seeing me so fond of it, has often said to me, ‘If you were to be very persevering and were to work hard, you might some day come to live in it.’ Though that’s impossible!" said the very queer small boy, drawing a low breath, and now staring at the house out of window with all his might. ~ The Uncommercial Traveller – Travelling Abroad