Spencer Carrier

And yet some how, some way, out of the the past Spencer Carrier came to see her one day.  I didn't know what to expect and came wonderingly down the stairs from my room.  He was such a nice man!  Just a little Mortimer-Sneerd-y - that deep guffaw:  alugh!  It sort of went out all over and all over us.  He was a small person and wore a dark grey suit - straight tan hair - guess maybe a mustache.  As I recall he didn't stay to dinner, only the afternoon.  Cousin Frankie was pleased, but not altogether at ease.  Unexpected company frequently makes us feel that way.  I was always glad I saw him, tho, and knew how nice he was.