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city was impossible. There was no train for 

 hours. 



Our big little girl was looking solemnly sympa- 

 thetic. Our big boy was covertly glaring and mak- 

 ing faces at the Only Child. Mother and I sat 

 down by the woods road and held council apart. 

 Our friend declined to sit on "weeds and bugs" 

 and the Only Child stood loyally by. Clearly we 

 must change our day's plans. We remembered 

 View Cottage and its hospitable inhabitant. It 

 was but a little way off. So we turned back to the 

 road that winds through the woods to the west, 

 and presently were cordially ushered into the 

 cheery little sitting room. 



There is no place like it ! View Cottage from 

 the outside is unattractive enough, just a box 

 with doors and windows cut out. But on enter- 

 ing, one fairly gasps with unforeseen delight, 

 for the house stands on the edge of a level- 

 topped moraine hill and you enter it from flat 

 ground. The sitting room is on the steep side 

 and you find yourself among the treetops 

 near at hand, and above the treetops in the 

 great bowl-shaped valley beneath, looking through 

 a spray of green over a sea of green to the deep 

 green hills beyond. The view is beautiful at all 

 times, but in the autumn it is glorious. All Palos 



