A riding horse was put at my disposal, and in company with Radnor I explored the greater part of the valley.
We visited at a number of houses in the neighborhood, but there was one in particular where we stopped most frequently, and it did not take me long to discover the reason.

"Mathers Hall", an ivy-covered rambling structure, red brick with white trimmings--in style half colonial, half old English--was situated a mile or so from Four-Pools.

The Hall had sheltered three generations of Matherses, and the fourth generation was growing up.

There was a huge family, mostly girls, who had married and moved away to Washington or Richmond or Baltimore.

They all came back in the summer however bringing their babies with them, and the place was the center of gaiety in the neighborhood.