Several years previous,
when I was a very small boy indeed, my father had taken me with him on a
flying trip from New York to Boston, deciding to do so, I suppose rather
than to leave mother in a strange city with two children on her hands.
During that brief visit Dr. Ripley had taken father to call on an
illustrious artist, and he now recalled the circumstances to my mind.
With his prompting I could remember riding in a carriage; seeing a tall
silvery old gentleman wearing a black velvet robe lined with red, and
tasting white grapes for the first time; but I could not think of the
silvery gentleman's name.
"Well," said my mentor, "perhaps you will be glad sometime to know that
the gentleman you saw was Washington Alston."
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Leaving Althea with Mrs. Ripley, we presently went over to the cottage,
a small house near the Eyrie, occupied by Miss Russell and her two
nieces; Mr. Dana, Mr. Hosmer and Mr. Hecker, finding the latter in Mr.
Hosmer's room.
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