She said "Who am I" and I said "You look like a girl in America, who used to stand under a green paper lamp shade up in a farm house in New Hampshire and play a violin." Whereat there was much applause, because it seemed she was that girl, the daughter of a Mrs.
Van S----, who wrote short stories.

Her daughter was L---- Van S---- now the wife of a baronet and worth five million dollars.

The board we paid then was eight dollars a week.

Now, we are dining with her next Monday and as I insisted on gold plate she said "Very well, I'll get out the gold plate." But wasn't it dramatic of me to remember her after twenty two years?
DICK.
LONDON-February 23, 1909.
DEAR MOTHER: George Washington's health was celebrated by drinking it at dinner.

I had been asked to speak at a banquet but for some strange reason could not see myself in the part.