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thought we were fair pupils as we talked glibly of the 

 station point, point of sight, base and horizontal lines, 

 and the vanishing point, and reproduced Mrs. Q.'s desk 

 by rule. 



We reluctantly left our friends to their camping prep- 

 arations, while we traveled over once more the route of 

 the sleighing party. This was our fourth drive through 

 the Pemigewasset Valley, but its beauty is ever new. 

 We took two hours' rest at the entrance of a cathedral- 

 like archway of trees, which now adorns our parlor in 

 "oils." AVe tried to sketch properly, but, alas ! all our 

 points were "vanishing points" without Miss D. at hand, 

 and we returned to the ways of ignorance. We spent 

 the night at "Tuttle's," and heard from the cheery old 

 lady and "Priscilla" the story of the sleighing party who 

 were refused shelter at the Flume House, and though 

 half-perished with cold had to drive back seven miles to 

 spend the night with them. She told us how sorry she 

 was for them, and how she built a roaring fire in the old 

 kitchen fireplace, and filled the warming-pans for them. 

 We imagined how good they must have felt buried in the 

 hot feathers that cold night. 



We did not visit the Flume this time, but just paid our 

 respects to the Old Man, took breath and a sketch at 

 Echo Lake, and gathered mosses as we walked up and 

 down the steep places through the Notch. We spent the 

 night in Bethlehem, and enjoyed a superb sunset. We 

 went several miles out of our way the next day to see the 

 Cherry Mountain slide, which occurred the week before. 

 We were introduced to the proprietor of the ruined farm, 

 caressed the beautiful horse, pitied the once fine cow, 



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