THE HAPPY VALLEY 467 



"To A. W. Dimock: 



"Under the old custom, a wandering minstrel 

 who had been welcomed to the table of the Lord 

 of the Demesne made his acknowledgment in 

 song. 



"Let the twentieth century revive the grace of 

 the twelfth, and accept these 'measures' in token 

 of remembrance of your hospitality which was 

 unmeasured. 



"Charles Buxton Going." 



Often a gay party on a Peekamose picnic bent 

 stops long enough for one of their number to 

 present the compliments of his father, an old 

 Wall Street friend of mine, and only the other 

 day an attractive young woman touring with a 

 party on horseback called me by name and re- 

 minded me that I used to know her grandfather, 

 Robert B. Roosevelt. If that sort of thing goes 

 any farther, I shall proclaim myself a philoso- 

 pher and a patriarch. 



Often our door swings wide to give joyful en- 

 trance to a bunch of young nephews and nieces. 

 In the winter thev coast and flounder through 



