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part of the obliging postmaster. We thought of the 

 scripture text about "importunity," and went to the car- 

 riage to read our letters which had barely escaped the 

 dead-letter office. We were amused when we read that a 

 package had been mailed with one of the letters, and 

 went to the postmaster with this information. He 

 declared there was no package, and knowing that pack- 

 ages are frequently delayed a mail, we did not insist on 

 having one, but requested it forwarded to Weirs. 



The annual question, "Shall we go to Weirs?" had 

 been decided several days before ; and we now set forth 

 on the zigzag drive which we cannot make twice alike, 

 and which always gives us the feeling of being on the 

 road to nowhere. The day was bright, and we did not 

 need ginger cookies to keep us warm, as we did the last 

 time we took this drive, but there was no less discussion 

 as to whether we ought to go, and whether the last turn 

 was wrong or right. We always feel as if we had got 

 home and our journey was ended, when we get to Weirs. 

 As usual, many familiar faces greeted us, and it was par- 

 ticularly pleasant, for until we got there we had not seen 

 a face we knew since the day after we left home. Even 

 our minister was there to preach to us, as if we were 

 stray sheep and had been sent for. Lake Winnipiseogee 

 was never more beautiful, but looked upon with sadness 

 because of the bright young man who had given his life 

 to it, and whose body it refused to give up. Although we 

 always feel our journey at an end, there is really one 

 hundred miles of delightful driving left us, and Monday 

 morning, after the adjournment of the grove meeting, we 



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