It was a new Steinway Grand, just set up, and I played for my life.

If the black bombazine covering my gray uniform did not break, all would be well.

I was having a delightfully good time, the girls on either hand, when Mrs.Dana, still enthusiastic, ran in and said, "General Dana is here.

Remembers you perfectly.

Come and see him." He stood by a table, tall, sardonic, and as I approached he put out his hand and said: "You have grown a bit, Henry, my boy, since I saw you last.