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By climbing a winding staircase you reach the rooms that were occupied by the Abbot, filled with antiques. One of these rooms has an organ near an opening into the large room below. In the Abbots room, there is a peep hole through the wall, of the hall below, for the use of the head of the old house to watch his flock, and to see that none of them [[strikethrough]] we [[/strikethrough]] remained idle. 

Mr. Millet has been for three months in Paris on the art committee there. He is an agreeable host: great story teller; and a man thoroughly in love with his work. He tells me that he has made all these beautiful things (the place) out of painting writing &c. Mrs. Millet was not at home.

Miss Millet had a real young Lady stopping with her. Strange manner these English 'Ladies'. I much prefer our American girls; our girls are a thousand times more gentle. These girls talked nothing but golf, dogs, hunting, horses, and after dinner occupied themselves by knitting neck wear for their young men. It is a fad here at present. The ties are about as coarse as stockings. Would come in handy when one had a sore throat.

We took dinner in great style. The two young ladies were dressed in simple low necked gowns. Really stunning, looked like Sargent's.

We had our dress suits on. All together a pleasant meal.