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"ville" in small italics touching the railroad. Niantic was 

 an "italic" resort. This lesson learned, we had no diffi- 

 culty. The hotel at Jewett City looked as if it would 

 blow over, and if it had we think our room would have 

 landed on the railroad ; but the breezes were gentle, and 

 we had a safe and restful night after our thirty-miles' 

 drive. 



We were directed next morning via one "ville" to 

 another "ville," and the delightful recollections of our 

 "sky" parlor tempted us to try camping again, and we got 

 another bag of oats. We had not driven far before we 

 came to the largest lily pond we ever saw, and a railroad 

 ran right through it. It looked as if we could step down 

 the gravel bank and get all the lilies we wanted. We 

 tied Charlie by the roadside, and ran to the railroad bank 

 to find they were just provokingly beyond our reach. A 

 company of men were working on the road, and one said, 

 "I would send one of my men to get you some ; but a train 

 is due in ten minutes, and these rails must be laid." His 

 kindly words softened our disappointment, and we went 

 back to the carriage. It seemed as if there was no end to 

 the pond, and surely there was an endless supply of lilies, 

 but we knew that the stray ones so close to the shore 

 were only waiting to entice somebody over shoes, and 

 perhaps more, in water, and we passed them by. We 

 camped on a stone wall under a tree, a spot so perfectly 

 adapted to our convenience that it developed the hereto- 

 fore latent talent of our "special artist," and a dainty 

 little picture is ever reminding us of our pleasant stay 

 there. We spent the night at Putnam, and as a matter of 

 course, we went for oats just before leaving, as if we had 



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