THE BENNETTS

occurred in Paris. He was walking along the street when a young woman of questionable repute accosted him. "Haven't got time    — haven't got time," said Uncle Ned brushing her off and    hurrying on.

   Uncle John and his wife Aunt Katherine lived in New York     and had a summer place in Chesham, New Hampshire. He was a partner in the firm of Wellington, Sears and Co., an outgrowth of N. Boynton and Co., in which my grandfather, Mr. Wellington   and Mr. Sears were partners. Uncle John was good-natured and somewhat dreamy. He loved the peaceful remoteness of the country and often walked into the hills where he could sit and  watch the changing light on a distant landscape, and listen to the bird calls which he was an expert at identifying. Aunt Katherine never accompanied him on his walks because she was overweight and rather stiff from inactivity. Her method of enjoying the    country was not by lingering over its subtle aspects but seeing       as much as she could, rushing from one place to another in an automobile. Endesby, the chauffeur, was good at covering a lot     of ground in a minimum amount of time. Whenever you saw        him bearing down on you on one of those narrow Chesham    roads, it was advisable to pull over to the side as quickly as possible and give him good clearance.
   Uncle John took me on several walking trips in Vermont, the   first in 1917. Aunt Manie Robbins, her son Chandler and I  boarded the morning train for New York and when we arrived    we went to Uncle John's apartment to meet him. All the rooms except his bedroom were closed for the summer and the furniture

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