easy, nonchalant manner, conversing with a circle of gentlemen,
and favored me with a gracious nod. As I stood wondering whether
this was the end of my introduction, a mustached dandy came between
us and said, "Miss Williams, permit me to relate the joke of the
season." To my horror he began the story of the cloak. My first
impulse was to knock him down, my second to run away; on my third I
acted. Interrupting the recital I said: "Begging your pardon, sir,
but Miss Williams, I am the only person who can do justice to that
joke," and continuing, I related it without in any way sparing
myself. She laughed heartily, as did the circle, and rising from her
chair, took my arm, saying kindly that I must be cared for or I
would murder some one. With a grace and kindness I shall never
forget, she placed me at my ease.

Next door to this house, at one time, lived Hamilton Bronaugh.

Just across the street, the big red brick Victorian house is where James
Roosevelt and his family were living in his father's first
administration.

Around the corner on Frederick (34th) Street, the house which has a
walled garden on the corner was the home of John G. Winant, when he was
here before going as Ambassador to the Court of St. James.

A block or two north of here, at 1524 Market (33rd) Street, was the old
Yellow Tavern, much used by those going to and fro to Rockville and
Frederick Town.

On Fourth Street (Volta Place), where the playground is now, was where
the old Presbyterian burying-ground used to be, which was the principal
graveyard until Oak Hill was given to the town in 1849. Among the
tombstones moved from there, when it was given up, were those of James
Gillespie, member of Congress from North Carolina, who was the first
member of that body to die after the removal of the seat of government,
and John Barnes, who had been collector of the port, and who, in his
will, left money for a poorhouse for Georgetown. He died in 1826 at the
age of ninety-six.

On Sixth Street (Dent Place), between Market (33rd) and Frederick (34th)
Streets, was the house which Francis Deakins sold on February 8, 1800 to
Old Yarrow, as he was called, one of the most mysterious and interesting
characters of the early days. It is not known whether he was an East
Indian or a Guinea negro, but he was a Mohammedan. He conducted a trade
in hacking with a small cart, and his ambition in life was to own a
hundre