It was in the autumn of 1872 that I first met my friend, Mary Larcom Ober, at Wilmington, North Carolina, where we were teaching in the same school.
In the spring of 1873, she invited me to her home in Beverly Farms.
How well I remember that first happy visit to beautiful Beverly Farms, and the first walk in its woods. We went through the grounds of the Haven estate and then to Dalton's hill which has such a fine outlook.
From that time my friend's home held a welcome for me whenever I chose to come, and the welcome lasted