CHAPTER XXVI.

MY LAST VISIT TO ENGLAND. As soon as we got our carriage put together Hattie and I drove out every day, as the roads in England are in fine condition all the year round. We had lovely weather during the spring, but the summer was wet and cold. With reading, writing, going up to London, and receiving visitors, the months flew by without our accomplishing half the work we proposed. As my daughter was a member of the Albemarle Club, we invited several friends to dine with us there at different times. There we had a lo…