14000 IMILES 



We had a "way" now, if we were going to Moosilauke, 

 and Plymouth was eight miles out of our way, but we 

 had to go there to get our letters. One or two we 

 expected had not arrived, and we requested the postmas- 

 ter to keep them until we called or sent for them. The 

 good words we got from home shortened the eight miles 

 extra to Rumney, which proved to be the loveliest part of 

 our day's drive. 



Rumney is quiet and just the place we wanted for 

 Sunday. We were the only guests at the little hotel, and 

 everything was cosy as possible. We watched the 

 people going to church, and after the last straggler had 

 disappeared we put on our hats and followed, taking 

 seats in the back pew of the smallest of the three small 

 churches in that small place, where we heard a thrilling 

 discourse on the atonement. 



Sunday night there was a heavy shower, and Monday 

 was just the day for Moosilauke, so bright and clear. 

 Before we left Rumney we learned the gypsies had 

 traveled while we rested, and were again in our path. 

 We drove on, looking for them at every turn, and when 

 we finally overtook them no guardian couple came along, 

 and we tucked our wraps and bags out of sight, looked 

 at the revolver's hiding-place, and decided to brave it. 

 They were scattered all along the road with their lum- 

 bering wagons, and Charlie pricked up his ears and 

 refused to pass them. Immediately a brawny woman 

 appeared, and saying, "Is your horse afraid?" took him by 

 the bit and led him by the long procession. We kept her 

 talking all the way, and when she left us we thought, 

 surely this is the way with half the anticipated troubles 



