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sion rather than the avocation that is my thesis. 

 Any woman who drives a car is as centrally located 

 in the country as, for the most part, she can be 

 in town. Indeed, there are parts of any big city 

 less accessible than the neighboring country; I 

 can show you sections of Philadelphia from which 

 you need more time to reach the corner of Broad 

 and Chestnut streets than you do from Medlock 

 Farm especially in winter. 



We have been snowed in once: the first winter 

 we lived here. In those days Skippack Pike was still 

 a county lane. Since then it has become a state 

 road. Snow is cleared off or broken through as 

 fast as it falls. The country roads are always cleared 

 and navigable, while save for a restricted section 

 in the center of the city, and in the car tracks, 

 Philadelphia may be often is impassable for days. 



We soon learned it is poor economy as well as 

 inconvenient to operate only one car. We did it 

 for over a year. One car, even though some of its 

 trips may be shorter as when it hauls the mister 

 to a commuting station instead of all the way to 

 work must double up on so many runs that its 

 total mileage will be greater than that of two cars 

 combined. It wastes valuable time and it puts three 

 members of the family at the mercy of the fourth. 

 Now that both our daughters are old enough to 

 drive we could do with three or four cars, if con- 

 venience were the only consideration. But before 



