intelligent arrangement. And did they
tidy him."

Johnnie: "Very much so. It was their business every evening."

Sister Madeleva: "Did he walk on the campus and see the students?"

Johnnie: "He didn't walk much only to Charlie Phillips' rooms. He
didn't mind being a little late but his lady and Miss Collins loaded
him into the car to get him there on time.

"The woman they lodged with used to swear like a trooper. But she
(the landlady) cried like a kid when he left. And he and the lady
seemed lonesome at leaving her.

"In his spare time at the house he would be drawing some fancy
stuff."

"What did he talk to you about?"

Johnnie: "He'd just talk about the country, he'd admire the streams
and things like that. I took him to the Virgin Forest and I could
hardly get him back. He even got out to notice the trees. He spent
almost an hour. The women raved at me and said I must get him back at
a certain time. He'd ask me the names of the trees. He loved rivers
and would ask me about the fish. At one time Father O'Donnell thought
he should drive to Chicago or some big town but he didn't care for
towns, said they all looked alike to him, so after that we always
went to the country."

Someone asked, "Did he ever get grouchy?"

Johnnie: "He always had a smile. Was always calling kids over to
talk to him. He'd touch one with his stick to make him look round and
play with him, and then he'd laugh himself sick playing with them.
The kids were always around him. The ones of four or five years,
those were the ones he'd notice the most. He liked to ask them things
and then if they gave a good answer he could get a good laugh at it."

Mr. O'Grady: "I know he enjoyed himself here. I met him in Ottawa
afterwards. He was autographing a book, the pen was recalcitrant and
he shook it over the rug, 'Dear me, I'm always cluttering up people's
rugs.' His cousin in Ottawa had him completely surrounded by ash
trays but the cigar had ash almost half length and it was falling
everywhere."

Father Ward: "Father Miltner one evening in pleasant fall weather
found G.K. on the porch. The campus was empty. He got a grunt in
return to his greeting, tried three or four times, almost no answer.
G.K. looked glum.

"'Well, you're not very gay this evening.'

"'One should be given the luxury of a little private grouch once in