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The Story of My Childhood
—a "master" teaching the winter term.
One day, early in September, my
brother David, now one of the active,
popular business men of the town,
nearly took my breath away by inviting
me to accompany him on a journey
to the state of Maine, to be present
at his wedding and with him
bring back the wife who was to grace
his home and share his future life.
There was now more lengthening of skirts, and a rush of dressmaking such as I had never known before; and when, two weeks later, I found myself with my brother and a rather gay party of ladies and gentlemen, friends of his, at one of the most elegant hotels in Boston (where I had never been) waiting the arrival of a de-
