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road we had just come over in repair. "Yes, it is washed 

 twice a day." We asked if the ocean got the fees, and 

 drove on. 



It was only six miles to New London, and it was too 

 early to stop there for dinner, and it would be too late to 

 wait until we got to Norwich ; so, after driving about the 

 principal streets for a half-hour, we filled our lunch 

 basket and got some oats, trusting to find a place to 

 "camp." Just at the right time to halt we came to a 

 village church on a little hill, all by itself, and we took 

 possession of the "grounds," put Charlie into one of the 

 sheds, taking refuge ourselves in the shadow of a stone 

 wall. We hung our shawls over the wall, for the wind 

 blew cool through the chinks, spread the blanket on the 

 ground, and gave ourselves up to comfort and books. 

 The lofty ceiling of our temporary parlor was tinted blue, 

 and the spacious walls were adorned with lovely pictures, 

 for our little hill was higher than we realized. We had 

 taken the river road, and we knew that by rail from New 

 London to Norwich we followed the river very closely; 

 but this was, like most "river" roads, over the hills. 



We reluctantly left our luxurious quarters and 

 journeyed on to Norwich. We had found on our map a 

 town beyond Norwich which we thought would serve us 

 for the night ; but when we inquired about hotels there, 

 people looked as if they had never heard of the place, 

 and in fact there was none by that name. We were 

 advised to go to Jewett City, After a little experience we 

 learned that in many cases towns on the map are but 

 names, and if we wanted to find the places where all 

 business interests centred, we must look for a "city" or 



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