fine collection of books, Mr. Ward built a library specially for them.
This was the house into which the family moved in 1835, Julia being then sixteen years of age; this was the house she loved, the memory of which was dear to her through all the years of her life.
The family was at that time patriarchal in its dimensions: Mr. Ward and his six children, Dr. and Mrs. Francis and their four; often, too, Grandma Cutler and other Cutlers, not to speak of Wards, Greenes, and McAllisters.
（Louisa, youngest of the Cutler sisters, one of the most beautiful and enchanting women of her time, was married to Matthew Hall McAllister.) One and all were sure of a welcome at The corner ; one and all were received with cordial urbanity, first by Johnson, the colored butler, later by Mr. Ward, the soul of dignified hospitality.
Another inmate of the house during several years was Christy Evangelides, a Greek boy, orphaned in a Turkish massacre.
Mr. Ward took the boy into his family, gave him