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green slope, below one of the finest points 

 of the ledge, which is here, as at most other 

 points, masked by forest trees, there stands 

 a large farmhouse built about a hundred 

 years ago. It is painted white, with green 

 blinds, in the ordinary New England fash 

 ion, and is surrounded by trees ; and from 

 the front, and the wide veranda at the 

 side, there is an uninterrupted view across 

 the valley to the western hills, winch, as I 

 looked upon them to-day just after the sun 

 had sunk behind them, lay firmly outlined 

 on the clear evening sky. 



This is what we know as &quot;The Lodge.&quot; 

 It is one of the numerous holiday homes 

 established in late years, for the benefit of 

 those whose ordinary life is that of the 

 shop and the tenemen1&amp;gt;house, many of 

 whom, doubtless, had no clear idea of what 

 the world was where there were no paved 

 streets and blocks of houses, until the op 

 portunity offered which these homes afford. 

 This one is supported by the alumnae and 

 others interested in our seminary, who 

 supply it with guests and watch over it with 

 loving care. In it twenty young women 

 and girls can be accommodated at once, 

 and fresh relays are sent from time to time 

 during the summer. They will be received, 



