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   From the station the little Weaver family went to the office of the Eskimo Pie Company on Winter Street, which was the lower half of Summer Street, [[strikethrough]] and being [[/strikethrough]] very appropriately called "Winter Street". The first, and incidentally, the last sight on this street was the continual sliding and falling down hill of the horses. In Boston, there seemed to be more horses used than in any other city of anywhere near its size. As we arrived at the office, Buck opened the door, [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] half way down the stairway was  [[strikethrough]] Buck [[/strikethrough]] Clayt, both arms out to grab little "Speevy", "Speevy, the High-diver" as  [[strikethrough]] Buck [[/strikethrough]] Clayt had fondly dubbed little Buck. A hard grip of the hands for Hattie, much happy laughter by them all and a humorous excursion of the office on the second floor. Such an ordinary thing as even a desk, when graced by the vivacious little stenographer, was [[strikethrough]] only [[/strikethrough]] added 
[[strikethrough]] foil [[/strikethrough]] fuel for wits sharpened to heights of humor [[strikethrough]] ,for [[/strikethrough]] except[[strikethrough]] ing [[/strikethrough]] for Sam this was a family reunion. Absence tru[[strikethrough]] e [[/strikethrough]]ly does make the heart grow fonder when hearts are really fond. In the midst of this [[strikethrough]] xg [[/strikethrough]] gaiety came the sound of profanity and pandemonium and rushing to the window the occasion was another team of beautiful big, grey bay horses, futilely trying to stay on their feet while coming down a hill that looked like glass. [[strikethrough]] Buck [[/strikethrough]] Clayt decided he was through for the day as his nerves were on edge, from anticipating a continuance of these catastrophies [[strikethrough]] which [[/strikethrough]] that had started early in the morning. After a little more fun with the vivacious little stenographer, the Weavers and [[strikethrough]] Buck [[/strikethrough]] Clayt sojourned to the Hotel Lenox.
   The stay in Boston was full of fun. The Eskimo Pie [[strikethrough]] pxxk [[/strikethrough]] personnel seemed to all worship at the feet of the same God-Humor. The games of high, low, Jack, Joker, and the game indulged in, waxed loud and long and merry. Finding that the cigarette smoke and giggles (furnished by Hattie) disturbed the rest of little Buck, Weavers moved into a suite of rooms which cost the same at a cheaper hotel as one room in the Lenox. The card games were very necessary and the laughter incurred by the usual opening remark of one of the players "Shoot 'em Cowboy" and "Guns on the table" never failed to open the much anticipated evening's fun. But the bitter had to be with the sweet. Little Buck developed a distaste for hotel dining rooms or any others, and hotel life in general. He was an active little boy of three. [[strikethrough]] another [[/strikethrough]] A usual thing was the need of disciplining little Buck just before each evening's meal, [[strikethrough]] and [[/strike through]] no doubt the discipline wasn't administered often enough (but part of being a mother is to have a heart.) The sweet parts literally, were the tips we always left, being in the form of pieces of milk chocolate or Eskimo pies, all of which was more easily done without, than currency. 
   Word came one day for Weavers to handle the New York business with Phil Weaver a younger brother of Buck's. After being in the southwest away from the ocean,