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XXXI.
The day after the review of
Burnside's division, some photographers from Brady's Gallery came up to the
White House to make some stereoscopic studies for me of the
President's office.
They requested a dark closet, in which to develop the pictures; and without a thought that I was infringing upon anybody's rights, I took them to an unoccupied room of which little “Tad” had taken possession a few days before, and with the aid of a couple of the servants, had fitted up as a miniature theatre, with stage, curtains, orchestra, stalls, parquette, and all. Knowing that the use required would interfere with none of his arrangements, I led the way to this apartment.
Everything went on well, and one or two pictures had been taken, when suddenly there was an uproar.
The operator came back to the office, and said that “Tad” had taken great offence at the occupation of his room without his consent, and had locked the door, refusing all admission.
The chemicals had been taken inside, and there was no way of getting at them, he having carried off the key. In the midst of this conversation, “Tad” burst in, in a fearful passion.
He laid all the blame upon me,--said that I had no right to use his room, and that the men should not go in even to get their things.
He had locked the door, and they should not go there again--“they had no ”
