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and the big blue sky for a roof, than sit- 

 ting in a 10 by 12 whitewashed bedroom 

 of the summer hotel variety, with the 

 tin roof to keep out what air might be 

 passing. A possible mosquito or gnat 

 in the mountains is no more irritating 

 than the objectionable personality that 

 is sure to be forced upon you every 

 hour at the summer hotel. The usual 

 walk, the usual drive, the usual hop, 

 the usual novel, the usual scandal, — 

 in a word, the continual consciousness 

 of self as related to dress, to manners, 

 to position, which the gregarious living 

 of a hotel enforces — are all right enough 

 once in a while; but do you not get 

 enough of such life in the winter to last 

 for all the year *? 



Is one never to forget that it is not 

 proper to wear gold beads with crape ? 

 Understand, I am not to be set down 



