THE STORY OF AN ENTOMOLOGIST 



National Good Roads Association was there, and was strenu- 

 ously urging the Lincoln East-to-West Highway as the most 

 appropriate and wonderful memorial that could be imagined. 

 Millet had strenuously advocated the sufficiency of the beautiful 

 Lincoln Memorial on the Mall. It came time for him to leave to 

 catch his train, and his final words were: "I can understand the 

 pride any man would have if some one were to name a cocktail 

 or a brand of cigars after him, but no one would care about a 

 road." 



A story that Brander Matthews once told me at the Players' 

 Club in New York brought in the Millets very prominently. 

 Lawrence Hutton was with us, and Matthews told it rather to 

 worry Hutton. It may have been published, but I have never 

 seen it in print. Mr. and Mrs. Hutton were going over to Swit- 

 zerland for the summer, and stopped in England to see the 

 Millets, who were then living at Broadways. Soon after they 

 arrived one of the Millet children said, "Oh, Uncle Larry, won't 

 you buy us a donkey.?" 



"Perhaps," said Hutton. "I will think of the matter." 



The next day he returned from London with a cage in which 

 were a pair of rabbits. "You see," he told the children, "I found 

 in London that donkeys had gone out of style; but as the Prince 

 of Wales has just bought rabbits for his boys, I looked about and 

 bought you two of the finest that could be found." 



The children were delighted, and promptly named one "Uncle 

 Larry" and the other "Aunt Nellie," after Mrs, Hutton. 



On their way home from Switzerland in the autumn the 

 Huttons called again at Broadways. One of the children called 

 out, "Oh, Uncle Larry, what do you suppose has happened to 

 those rabbits that you gave us? Nellie dug out under the hutch 

 and ran away, and Larry — he's had kittens!" 



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