and fretting to go and we parted. At 6:30 p. m., I stood at 

 his front gate. His house was a large brick on a hill; his 

 yard fence was a heavy brick wall about sixteen feet high, 

 in that wall was a heavy door or gate, by which, on a plate 

 of brass was written plainly ] servants !' a De ^ knob opposite 

 each. I pulled the knob for visitors; the door opened and 

 a servant faced me. I asked, is this where Mr. Pritchard 

 lives? With an emphasis he replied, "This is where Prof. 

 Pritchard lives." 1 told the servant I did not know about 

 the 'Prof but was invited to dine with him. I was shown 

 into the library to await Mr. Pritchard's arrival. Fifteen 

 minutes later when the door opened in walked the gentle- 

 man and took me by the right hand cordially, and with his 

 left hand grasped my wrist and said, "Farmer Miles, I am 

 glad to make your acquaintance indeed, take a seat." I 

 did so, and looking around his large library said, Mr. Pritch- 

 ard this is a large house you have; how much of a family 

 have you? "I will show you" he said, and stepped out and 

 soon returned with his pretty lovely wife, saying, "Mr. 

 Miles, Mrs. Pritchard" and I took her by the right hand 

 and caught her wrist and said, I was so very glad to shake 

 hands with a lady once more, saying I had left home and 

 family two months ago and had been with strangers ever 

 since. Then Tony a little skye terrier was presented and 

 the Professor said "They are all of my family." I replied, 

 not numerous Professor, but lovely as far as they go. 



Dinner was waiting and I was invited to the dining room . 

 and seated to a large table full of meats, vegetables and 

 other good things, lacking cake and pies only. While the 

 Professor carved the roast pheasant and a quarter of lamb 

 and put on my large plate more than I ever ate in one 



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