history books you ever saw.  Its name was Evenings at Home; and in
it was a story called "Eyes and no Eyes;" a regular old-fashioned,
prim, sententious story; and it began thus:-

"Well, Robert, where have you been walking this afternoon?" said
Mr.  Andrews to one of his pupils at the close of a holiday. 

Oh--Robert had been to Broom Heath, and round by Camp Mount, and
home through the meadows.  But it was very dull.  He hardly saw a
single person.  He had much rather have gone by the turnpike-road. 

Presently in comes Master William, the other pupil, dressed, I
suppose, as wretched boys used to be dressed forty years ago, in a
frill collar, and skeleton monkey-jacket, and tight trousers
buttoned over it, and hardly coming down to his ancles; and low
shoes, which always came off in sticky ground; and terribly dirty
and wet he is: but he never (he says) had such a pleasant walk in
his life; and he has brought home his handkerchief (for boys had
no pockets in those days much bigger than key-holes) full of
curiosities.