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now, and we shall hope not to be disappointed if you look 

 in again, wearing your red hood when you have acquired it. 

 With very kind regards and rejoicings from all our ladies 



I am, yours ever, 



GRIMTHORPE. 



N.B. I hope you are duly elated at the prospect of a 

 Dean and Chapter here. I defied the late Archdeacon Grant 

 who agitated for it, to tell us definitely any single practical 

 bit of good it could do, and he declined to try. 



Mr. L. O. Howard wrote again on : 



May 10, 1900. 



MY DEAR Miss ORMEROD, I am greatly 'pleased to 

 receive your letter of April 3oth with the newspaper clip- 

 pings. I had read substantially the same account in 

 American newspapers, but did not know, of course, of your 

 pleasant meeting with Mr. Choate. He is a man who is 

 highly esteemed on this side of the Atlantic, not only for his 

 legal ability but for his tact and other good qualities. I do 

 not know him personally, but he is a national character. 

 His name is known from one end of the country to the 

 other, and his clever sayings are repeated from Seattle to 

 Key West, and from Portland to San Diego. In March I 

 attended the annual banquet of the trustees of the Shaw 

 Botanic Gardens in St. Louis, and responded to the toast of 

 Henry Shaw. The man who sat at my right, a distinguished 

 college president, told me many Choate stories, and suc- 

 ceeded in filling my mind so full of Mr. Choate that when I 

 was called upon to speak I had almost forgotten what I had 

 intended to say. We are all of us here delighted about 

 your doctorate. Entomology and Economic Entomology 

 have been steadily assuming a higher place in the minds of 

 the people during the past twenty years, and this honour 

 which has come to you is the culmination of our advance 

 up to the present time. Wishing you many more years of 

 work and happiness (work must mean happiness to you), 

 believe me, my dear Miss Ormerod, sincerely yours, 



L. O. HOWARD. 



April 21, 1900. 



DEAR PROFESSOR WALLACE, It is a bright day when I 

 see your handwriting outside the envelope, and I am truly 

 glad your cold is better; it was no slight matter that wanted 

 mending. My journey was not so successful as I hoped. 

 The wind was very cold on St. Albans' platform and I got a 



