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Mayor on my left. It was a ponderous English meal, and our hosts so ill at ease that I was glad when it was over.
The next day we were taken down the Manchester Canal which is so important to the city's trade. Of great interest to me was one of the "mystery ships" used against submarines during the "War. On board a large boat we passed what looked like an old freighter and were told to look at it. Suddenly a tiny whistle sounded, and instantly she became a man-of-war. The false sides fell away, disclosing guns which rose like magic—fully manned, and ready to meet the enemy.
We got back in time for a formal luncheon at the Guild Hall where the President was tendered the freedom of the city. That night we left for London with the nicest impression of the people and of the importance of that great manufacturing place.
But I cannot close my tale of the visit to Manchester without repeating one of Admiral Grayson's stories—and here I fall naturally into the style of calling him "Admiral", for on this formal tour he looked the part in all his formal blue and gold. On leaving Paris my husband had asked the Admiral if he would take charge of that necessary but disagreeable part of a trip, that of gratuities, or in good old United States language, tips. In London, where we had access to banks, this was an easy task; but on the hurried trip to Carlisle over Sunday, and to Manchester, funds had to be provided ahead. Therefore the Admiral had taken considerably over a thousand dollars in cash. Now I will try to tell you the story in his own language:
"In Navy uniform there is only one pocket, which is in the trousers. So I folded the notes as flat as I could, and pinned them in the pocket with a safety pin. The night we spent in Manchester there was no way to lock the door of my room, and, the Town Hall being a semi-public building, I did not know who might come in. So I placed my trousers on the foot of my bed. With this on my mind, I suddenly