The Grey house sat, as it were, upon the lip of a cup, and from the southward terrace you looked across a mile or two of hollow bottom, with a little lake at your feet, to sloping pastures where there were cattle browsing, and to the far, high hills beyond.
"There was no magnificence about the outlook--nothing to make you catch your breath; but it was a good view with plenty of elbow room and no sign of a neighbor--no huddling--only the water of the little lake, the brown November hillsides, and the clean blue sky above.

The distant cattle looked like scenic cattle painted on their green-bronze pasture to give an aspect of husbandry to the scene." Although Richard was now comfortably settled, he had of late years acquired a great dread of cold weather.

As soon as winter set in his mind turned to the tropics, and whenever it was possible he went to Cuba or some other land where he was sure of plenty of heat and sunshine.

The early part of 1906 found him at Havana, this time on a visit to the Hon.

E.V.