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looked back wishfully as we started off on our last row. 

 We reached the Camperdown just as the sun was setting 

 in gorgeous splendor. Supper was waiting for the 

 "prodigals," and after we had given an account of our- 

 selves, we went to our room to plan for the morrow. 



We decided to go to Newport by water, and, as if to 

 favor our decision, the morning dawned perfect. It had 

 been hazy and yellow for several days, but the veil was 

 lifted. Our friends rowed over to see us aboard the 

 Lady of the Lake, especially Charlie, who objects to 

 water. We sat in the bow, fanned by the soft breezes, 

 recalling just such a day on Lake George, while poor 

 Charlie was frightened and stamping furiously beneath 

 us, evidently thinking some effort on his part was neces- 

 sary to effect an escape. 



As we stood on the wharf at Newport an official- 

 looking person came to us and asked if that was our 

 carriage. We looked inquiringly, and said "Yes." 



"Have you anything you did not carry from the 

 States?" 



We now recognized our inquisitor, and answered so 

 promptly, "Oh ! no," that we quite forgot the pins we 

 bought at Magog. Charlie was quite excited, and we 

 allowed him to be led to the stable, while we went to the 

 Memphremagog House for dinner. We wanted to go to 

 Willoughby Lake that afternoon, but we did not antici- 

 pate this when we pieced our map, and were now obliged 

 to go in search of a new one. We went first for our mail, 

 which was fresh to us, though a week old, and ordered 

 the letters expected at night returned to St. Johnsbury. 

 We found a little advertising map, then started on seem- 



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