one?"—"It is at home. I mean the one with the collarette."
[A sufficient indication of one of the few portraits of my mother.]
(23) "Who is this funny footed fellow of yours, the one with the club feet and the funny shoes? Your mother says it is an injustice to you, too bad—but it will come out all right."
[Correct. My boy was born with club feet, and wears machine boots]
(24) "Why? You 've changed your house recently."
"No."
"Yes, your lady has changed her house."
"Well, you may mean that she is away from her house; that is true. Now describe the house in which we live generally."
"Yes. Wait a minute. I will go into the door at the side. What is that tall, old-fashioned thing in the back room? Ah, it is a big clock."
[Correct]
(25) "Now go into the kitchen."
"Yes. No one is here now [to P.M. in New Hampshire—3 a.m. in England]. A fat person, a cook, has been here. Big man, with a dark moustache, has also been here a good while during the day, and has left his influence here."
"Who is he?"
"He has been put to watch the place."
"Is he trustworthy and faithful?"
"Yes, he is trustworthy."
[Interesting error. It was arranged on my leaving England—in case the servant should object to being left in the house alone during the absence of my wife in Germany—that a policeman should be hired to guard the house and to live in it. As a matter of fact, however, there was no man in the house]
(26) "You have lost your knife! Your mother tells me that."
[This loss had vexed me, as the knife had been made to order. I had lost it shortly before leaving England.]
(27) "Where is it?"
"Oh, it is gone; you will never see it again."
