Those were great days, splendid days. Thecombination of these characteristics made him the ideal historian of anindividuality and of a career like hers. >From Winnipeg he wrote to Mr. Don't get rattled.
My daughter, Louise, whose school on Long Island had closedthat day, was with us. He began by gently ridiculing hyperculture--the new culture--and ended with a eulogy on Huck Finn. nd the man was arrayed in a gorgeous vest, blue claw-hammer coat and brass buttons, and white kid gloves. Katie Leary, our oldhousekeeper, who has been in our service more than twenty-four years,cried when she told me about it to-day.
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