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How hard she did try, we well remember.
The book trunk was a necessity of the summer flitting.
It carried a full load from one book-ridden house to the other, and there were certain books — the four-volume Oxford Bible, the big-print Horace, the Greek classics, shabby of dress, splendid of type and margin --which could surely have found their way to and from Newport unaided.
One book she never asked for — the English dictionary!
Once Maud, recently returned from Europe, apologized for having inadvertently taken the dictionary from 241 Beacon Street.
“How dreadful it was of me to take your dictionary!
What have you done?
Did you buy a new one?”
“I did not know you had taken it!”
“But-how did you get along without a dictionary?”
The elder looked her surprise.
“I never use a word whose meaning I do not know!”
“But the spelling?”
There was no answer to this, save a whimsical shrug of the shoulders.
“November 11. The day of the celebration of dear Chev's one hundredth birthday.
Before starting for the Temple I received three beautiful gifts of flowers, a great bunch of white roses from Lizzie Agassiz, a lovely bouquet of violets from Mrs. Frank Batcheller, and some superb chrysanthemums from Mrs. George H. Perkins.
The occasion was to me one of solemn joy and thankfulness.
Senator Hoar presided with beautiful grace, preluding with some lovely reminiscences of ”
Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston and New York. 1916.
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