Sunday, June 13th. The breakfast hour was eight o'clock but wo 

 did not sit clown to breakfast until nearly half past eight, and Prentiss 

 Cumraings did not arrive until we had nearly finished* 



William again showed how low-lived he v/as by ordering devilled 

 pigs' feet and pork and beans. 



Having secured a man to go with us to tell us the names of the 

 owners of the different estates, we started out about ten o'clock for 

 a survey of Lenox and its vicinity. My plan was to go to stockbridge 

 by one route, to return to Lenox by another, leaving our "valet de 

 place 11 on the return, and then going back by the third route to the 

 Red Lion Inn at stockbridge. Fate, however, changed our plans. 



When we reached the Westinghouse place I told our valet that as 

 I knew Mr. Westinghouse I would venture going through his grounds. 

 On approaching the house I came to the conclusion it would be only the 

 decent thing to leave my card, so the front door bell was rung, and 

 after waiting a considerable time a maid appeared. I asked whether 

 Mr. Westinghouse, senior, was in and to my great surprise she said '•yes" . 

 So I sent in my card. Very soon I heard Mrs. Westinghouse J s voice, 

 "Why! it's Mr. Crocker." Whereat she appeared in elaborate morning 

 dress. Her first inquiry was for Mrs. Crocker but finding that I v/as 

 simply on an auto trip with some college friends she immediately 

 announced that they must come in. I expostulated but she insisted and 

 finally went to the door herself and invited them in. When we all got 

 in and went into the parlor we discovered Mr. Westinghouse, junior, 

 and his English bride, and a Mrs. Stone. We had a pleasant talk 

 for a few minutes and then Mr. Westinghouse came in, he having been 

 out on the grounds sornwwhere, and after a time I got up to go and Mrs. 

 Westinghouse announced very positively that we must not go but we must 

 stay there to lunch. Expostulations were of no avail and it was 



