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next morning. We were really longing for one of our 

 cosy rainy-day drives. 



Lowell and Lawrence were in our direct homeward 

 route, but to avoid those places we had full directions to 

 Littleton, and started in good faith for that place, but 

 came across a guideboard which said, "Boston, twenty 

 miles," in the opposite direction. The temptation was 

 too great, and once more we faced about. We called on 

 friends as we drove through Reading and Maplewood, 

 and finally found ourselves at Point of Pines. The heat 

 and discomfort we had experienced were all forgotten 

 there. The brilliant illuminations and the music made 

 the evening hours delightful. The cool night was a 

 luxury indeed. We spent the morning on the piazza with 

 friends, and, after an early luncheon, drove into Boston 

 via Chelsea Ferry. Oh! how hot it was! We thought 

 there had been a change in the weather, but concluded 

 we had been told truly, that it is always cool at the 

 "Point." 



The crowded city streets distract Charlie, but we 

 succeeded in wending our way to Devonshire street, 

 where we got the latest news from home from a friend. 

 Our last mail we had received at Weirs. We did a little 

 shopping on Winter street, and then left the busy city 

 for Cambridge, and on through Arlington and Lexington 

 to Concord, a drive one cannot take too often, so full is it 

 of historic interest. As we near the home of Emerson, 

 Thoreau, Hawthorne, and the Alcotts, and the monu- 

 ments of Revolutionary interest, the very atmosphere 

 seems full of recollections and reminiscences. The noble 

 words of Emerson, the hermit life of Thoreau, the 



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