ABSTRACT
The author's mother was anxious to see Anghelos, he was anxious to have her know him, and also to see her again; and he liked the idea of going to America. And so, in the early summer of 1907, we decided to take this journey. They went first to Paris, and out to his little house in Neuilly, which was just as he had left it. There he found, to his unexpressed anxiety, that Anghelos was very much entertained by the closets and drawers full of my French clothes which, also, were still as he had left them. He said he would like to see me in them. Arriving in America was not so easy as traveling abroad had been. The rumour that he was differently dressed had gone ahead of them, and he found on the pier in New York a jam of reporters who were waiting for pictures and interviews.
