OUR MOUNTAIN GARDEN 



from the fashionable world. A gay, but 

 well-beloved friend spent a week recupera- 

 ting with us, between a spring at the Buffalo 

 Pan-American Exposition, and a summer 

 at Bar Harbor, and with her came, of 

 course, all the paraphernalia indispensable 

 to a sojourn in those localities. When I 

 beheld the cargo of vast trunks which fol- 

 lowed the carriage that brought her from 

 the station my heart sank, for I did not 

 know exactly how they could be taken up 

 our narrow staircase, or where, even if that 

 engineering feat was accomplished, they 

 could be bestowed afterwards. I looked 

 cheerful, however, and remarked persua- 

 sively, " My dear, you won't need all those 

 clothes here, of course ; suppose we just 

 have that trunk" (pointing to the biggest 

 one) " stored in the woodshed while you 

 are here ? " "0 dear no, not that one ! " 

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