All the way along, from the days when, in the absence of my own father,
he initiated me, a little girl of five, into the joys of a dip in the
Atlantic to the almost equally happy days in number ten when I learned
through him to know the wonder and beauty of Virgil and Cicero, Mr.
Putney seemed to me one of the best and finest men in the world.
How considerate he always was! During the years of my father's
pastorate, Mr. Putney was among those who gave unsparingly at all times
just the help and cheer that the minister needed.
I think of him as one whose life was a beautiful mingling of gentleness
and strength.