But I don't care much about meeting who didn't care about meeting me two years ago.

Here is a note from Miss Clara Deane, mother.

She trusts that Greg and I can make it convenient to call at her home next Saturday afternoon, and meet some of her friends.

When I attended Gridley Miss Deane used to look down on me because I was a poor man's son.

I believe her set referred to me as a 'mucker.' At least, the fellows of her set did.