She often spoke of the first time I rang the bell of the house in Third Street to deliver a message from Mr.Scott.She asked me to come in; I bashfully declined and it required coaxing upon her part to overcome my shyness.

She was never able for years to induce me to partake of a meal in her house.

I had great timidity about going into other people's houses, until late in life; but Mr.Scott would occasionally insist upon my going to his hotel and taking a meal with him, and these were great occasions for me.

Mr.Franciscus's was the first considerable house, with the exception of Mr.Lombaert's at Altoona, I had ever entered, as far as I recollect.

Every house was fashionable in my eyes that was upon any one of the principal streets, provided it had a hall entrance.
I had never spent a night in a strange house in my life until Mr.
Stokes of Greensburg, chief counsel of the Pennsylvania Railroad, invited me to his beautiful home in the country to pass a Sunday.