On reaching home we found everything in the nicest order, gas lighted, bright fires, plenty of flowers, a delicious supper, and Thomson and his whole family, and Mechie (the gardener) with his arms full of pears and grapes, waiting to welcome us. They were all glad to have us back, and seemed unable to do enough for us. Mrs. Thomson and the gardener’s niece helped Moritz, and we lived like princes for the few days on the products of the place without lifting our hands.
Woolsey Family Letters
Eliza writes:
