to let him know when I returned to Boston. He
said a man and his wife were at present employed at his farm, but he
didn't know how long they would stay. Before another week had passed,
this gentleman sent for me. He said his wife wanted me to go out to
the farm, and that I could have Lawrence with me. The boy, he said,
could help his wife with the poultry, and could have a chance to go to
school. I was promised three dollars and a half a week, and no washing
to do. I was told that the farm had been offered for sale, and of
course it might change hands any day. I was promised, however, that I
should lose nothing by the change.

Lawrence was very lonely at the farm, with no companions, and used to
sit and cry.

The place was sold about ten weeks after I went there, and I came into
Boston to look about for a restaurant, leaving Lawrence at the farm.
When the home was broken up, the owners came to the Revere House,
Boston. Barrels of apples, potatoes and other provisions were given to
me.

I found a little restaurant near the Providence depot for sale. I made
arrangements at once to buy the place for thirty-five dollars, and the
next day I brought Lawrence and my things from Wellesley Hills. I paid
two dollars a week rent for my little restaurant, and did very well.
The next spring I sold the place for fifty dollars, in time to get a
place at the beach for the summer.

Lawrence got a position in a drug store, and kept it four years. Then
he went to Hampton College, Hampton, Va. After finishing there, he
came back and then went to the World's Fair in Chicago. After that he
took a position on one of the Fall River line boats. At the outbreak
of the Spanish War, he enlisted in Brooklyn as powderman on the
battleship Texas. He was on the Texas when the first shot was fired.
He was present at the decoration of the graves of the American
soldiers in Havana, and also at the decoration of the battleship Maine
after she was raised. After the war, he came to Brooklyn and got an
honorable discharge. Then he served as valet to a rich New York man,
who travelled a good deal. About the middle of last November (1906)
Lawrence came to Boston to see me. He is now in Atlantic City, a
waiter in the Royal Hotel.

In 1888, I was married, at 27 Pemberton Street, to Samuel H. Burton,
by Dr. O. P. Gifford. After my marriage, Mr. Burton got a place in
Braintree as valet to an old gentleman who was slightly demented, and
he could not be sati