We had all been reared by good, honest, self-respecting parents, members of one or another of the religious sects.

Through the influence of Mrs.McMillan, wife of one of the leading Presbyterian ministers of Pittsburgh, we were drawn into the social circle of her husband's church.

[As I read this on the moors, July 16, 1912, I have before me a note from Mrs.McMillan from London in her eightieth year.
Two of her daughters were married in London last week to university professors, one remains in Britain, the other has accepted an appointment in Boston.

Eminent men both.

So draws our English-speaking race together.] Mr.McMillan was a good strict Calvinist of the old school, his charming wife a born leader of the young.