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his stories, "we did not go there at all." Why we did not 

 fulfil so honest an intention we will reveal to you later. 



We started in good faith, Tuesday, July 7, driving 

 along the familiar way through Lunenburg and Town- 

 send Harbor, crossing the invisible State line as we 

 entered Brookline, and spending the night, as we have 

 often done, at the little hotel in Milford, N. H., journey- 

 ing next day to Hooksett, via Amherst, Bedford and Man- 

 chester. Nothing eventful occurred except the inaugura- 

 tion of our sketchbook, a thing of peculiar interest to us, 

 as neither of us knew anything of sketching. The book 

 itself is worthy of mention, as it is the only copy we have 

 ever seen. It has attractive form and binding, and is 

 called "Summer Gleanings." There is a page for each day 

 of the summer months, with a charming, and so often apt, 

 quotation under each date. The pages are divided into 

 three sections, one for "Jottings by the Way," one for a 

 "Pencil Sketch, — not for exact imitation, but what it 

 suggests," and a third for "Pressed Flowers." As it was 

 a gift, and of no use but for the purpose for which it was 

 intended, we decided it must be taken along, although one 

 said it would be "awfully in the way." 



We enjoyed camping at noon by the roadside so much 

 last summer, when the hotels were scarce, that we 

 planned to make that the rule of this journey, and not the 

 exception. We thought the hour after luncheon, while 

 Charlie was resting, would be just the time to try to 

 sketch. Our first "camp" was under a large tree, just be- 

 fore we crossed into New Hampshire. We looked about 

 for something to sketch, and a few attempts convinced us 

 that, being ignorant of even the first rules of perspective, 



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