The middle-aged man turned out to be a prodigious personage - no less a one than the county judge - altogether the most august creation these children had ever looked upon - and they wondered what kind of material he was made of - and they half wanted to hear him roar, and were half afraid he might, too. He was from Constantinople, twelve miles away - so he had travelled, and seen the world - these very eyes had looked upon the county court-house - which was said to have a tin roof.