Here I came acquainted with a friend of London, whose name was
Richard Greenaway, by trade a tailor, a very honest man, and one who
had received a gift for the ministry.

He having been formerly in other professions of religion, had then
been acquainted with one John Ovy, of Watlington, in Oxfordshire, a
man of some note among the professors there, and understanding upon
inquiry that I knew him, he had some discourse with me about him;
the result whereof was, that he, having an intention then shortly to
visit some meetings of Friends in this county and the adjoining
parts of Oxfordshire and Berkshire, invited me to meet him (upon
notice given), and to bear him company in that journey; and in the
way bring him to John Ovy's house, with whom I was well acquainted;
which I did.

We were kindly received, the man and his wife being very glad to see
both their old friend Richard Greenaway and me also, whom they had
been very well acquainted with formerly, but had never seen me since
I was a Quaker.

Here we tarried that night, and in the evening had a little meeting
there with some few of John Ovy's people, amongst whom Richard
Greenaway declared the truth; which they attentively heard, and did
not oppose, which at that time of day we reckoned was pretty well,
for many were apt to cavil.

This visit gave John Ovy an opportunity to inquire of me after Isaac
Penington, whose writings (those which he had written before he came
among Friends) he had read, and had a great esteem of, and he