seem to be doing the work.
When I roused enough to look at Mrs. Howe
she was reading.
Later, I looked again, she was still reading.
This went on mile after mile till I was enough interested to step quietly across the aisle and peep over Mrs. Howe
's shoulder without disturbing her. She was reading a Greek volume, apparently with as much enjoyment as most of us gain from reading in plain English when we are not tired. ... With apparent unwearied enjoyment, she told us anecdotes, repeated the little stories and rhymes and sang the little songs which she had given to her children and grandchildren....”
“We lingered at the breakfast table in the morning and among other things came to comparing social likes and dislikes.
‘I never can bring myself to destroy the least bit of paper,’ said Mrs. Howe
, meaning paper written on, containing the record of human thought and feeling which might be of worth, and its only record.
To her these were the chief values of life.”
The following notes are taken from the record of “A. A.W.”
journeys in the eighties:--