As nearly as we can
learn, one of my Ancestors came to this Country from Yorkshire early in
the Eighteenth Century and founded a Tannery in Massachusetts, so I feel
that I can claim an English Birthright, regardless of the intervening
Ancestors. My Claim is strengthened by the Fact that our Family has a
Regular Coat-of-Arms. Everybody had forgotten about it for over Seven
Hundred Years until Sister and I hired a Man to find it. Sister is now
Lady Frost-Simpson and lives on the Other Side. When she discovered his
Lordship he was down to his last Dickey. She took him out of Hock, and
he is so Grateful that sometimes he lets me come and Visit them. I have
seen the Prince."
[Illustration: ANCESTOR]
"Then you are an Englishman?" queried the Traveler who had Bet that way.
"It is not admitted in London," was the sorrowful Reply. "Sometimes if
Frost-Simpson has to come Home for Money while I am visiting Sister, he
puts me up at the Clubs and all the Chaps seem to think I am an
American. I try to be exactly like them, but I fail. They say I have an
Accent, although I have been working all my Life to overcome it.
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