Indeed, during the latter half of his life, through the good days and the bad, there were very few friends who held so close a place in his sympathy and his affections as Ethel Barrymore.
Until the summer of 1880 my brother continued on at the Episcopal Academy.

For some reason I was sent to a different school, but outside of our supposed hours of learning we were never apart.

With less than two years' difference in our ages our interests were much the same, and I fear our interests of those days were largely limited to out-of-door sports and the theatre.

We must have been very young indeed when my father first led us by the hand to see our first play.

On Saturday afternoons Richard and I, unattended but not wholly unalarmed, would set forth from our home on this thrilling weekly adventure.