They were right; but they did not always give their disease the right name.
At West Point I had a class-mate--in the last year of our studies he was room-mate also--F.

T.Dent, whose family resided some five miles west of Jefferson Barracks.

Two of his unmarried brothers were living at home at that time, and as I had taken with me from Ohio, my horse, saddle and bridle, I soon found my way out to White Haven, the name of the Dent estate.

As I found the family congenial my visits became frequent.
There were at home, besides the young men, two daughters, one a school miss of fifteen, the other a girl of eight or nine.

There was still an older daughter of seventeen, who had been spending several years at boarding-school in St.Louis, but who, though through school, had not yet returned home.