I remember the satisfaction with which I wore my little gloves in preparation for the journey. There is one thing I do not remember, but which members of the family have told me. I was sitting there very primly, waiting to reave the White House, when one of the attaches said, teasingly: "Why are you leaving us?" I am supposed to have replied: "'Cause there can't be two presidents!"

It's queer what things stick in a child's mind," she says. "I can still remember where we used to have our supper, and the general plan of that part of the White House where we were allowed to play. "I can also remember our last day there, when we were waiting for the carriage to convey us to the railway station.