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transformation going on inside, and we recognized in 

 the new proprietor one of the little boys we used to play 

 with in our early school days. We were very hospitably 

 received and entertained, and the tempting viands, so 

 well served in the new, cheery dining-room, were worthy 

 of any first-class hotel. Our horse was well groomed, 

 carriage shining like new, and the only return permitted 

 — hearty thanks. 



"There is no place like home," and yet it is with a little 

 regret that we start on our last day's drive. A never- 

 ending carriage journey might become wearisome, but 

 we have never had one long enough to satisfy us yet. As 

 we drove through Brookline and crossed the invisible 

 State line to Townsend, then to Fitchburg and Leomin- 

 ster, we summed up all the good things of our three 

 week's wanderings and concluded nothing was lacking. 

 Perfect health, fine weather and three hundred and fifty 

 miles' driving among the hills! What more could we 

 ask? Oh! we forgot Charlie's days of affliction! But 

 experiences add to the interest when all is over. 



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