Howard Pyle, a chronicle by Charles D. Abbott, with an introduction by N. C. Wyeth and many illustrations from Howard Pyle's works.

THE RETURN
spinning machines, reels, dilapidated chairs, clocks inhabited
by earwigs and things, flat wooden legs for stretching stockings upon, wooden candlesticks and Providence only knows
what else.
"The minister who lives near asked me to dinner and
a right good plain dinner it was. He was another one I
took to be a stupid oaf at first, but who turned out to be
quite an intelligent and not a badly informed man.
"'Do you speak German?' said he.
'No, sir.1
"'Also not at all?'
" 'No, sir.1
"11'Then I might scold you well without your knowing--
ain't?' said he. I think I must have stared at him with the
most absurd blankness, so surprised was I at his j oke...
"I have only one regret-I asked the old sister to sit
to me for her portrait, but she declined. I begged, I implored, I argued with her for half an hour-but no go.
She smiled, looked sheepish, and declined in the very best
Pennsylvania Dutch.
"However, I got three sketches, all interiors-one of the
chapel, one of an old clock beside a door which was about
five feet high. All the doors in the house were about that
altitude-to imitate the small and narrow way, friend
Pfautz told me. 2).
"November 19, 188o.
"Bur-r-r-ruh! ýbut it was cold today. I managed to potter along tolerably well in the morning, sitting in the sun
and sketching the old buildings of the Cloister. But when
I undertook in the afternoon to go around and get another
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