CHAPTER V. 



CONNECTICUT, WITH SIDE TRIP TO NEW JERSEY. 



Early in the afternoon of one of the hottest days in 

 August, Charlie and our cosy phaeton stood at the door 

 waiting for us, and we had with us our bags, wraps, 

 umbrellas, books, the lunch basket, and never-used 

 weapon. "A place for everything and everything in its 

 place," is verified in that phaeton, and in little time all 

 were stowed away, and we were off on our thirteenth 

 annual drive. 



We had expected that our drive must be omitted this 

 year, and so suddenly did we decide to go, that, to save 

 trying to plan, we turned towards Barre, where we spent 

 the first night of our first journey, thirteen years ago. It 

 proved a pleasant beginning, for when we got up among 

 the hills of Princeton the air was cool and refreshing. 

 We drove very leisurely, and it was quite dark when we 

 found our way to the hotel. 



After supper we began our geography lesson for the 

 morrow. We had two questions to answer — "Shall we 

 drive on towards the western part of the state, and visit 

 some of the lovely spots among the Berkshire Hills, 

 which we did not see when we drove there some sum- 

 mers ago?" or, "Shall we take a new direction, and turn 

 southward?" After much deliberation, for Berkshire is 

 like a magnet, we decided to gratify the friends who are 

 always asking why we have never driven into Connecti- 

 cut. 



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