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which now had scarcely a whole bone in her body, and 

 learned many interesting details from the daughter, a 

 bright girl. It was a forlorn spectacle, and a striking 

 contrast to the drive we had after retracing our steps to 

 Whitefield. Charlie had traveled far enough for such a 

 hot day, but we knew the Lancaster post ofifice had some- 

 thing for us, and we could not wait, so started leisurely, 

 promising to help poor Charlie all we could. He under- 

 stood us well enough to stop at the foot of every hill, and 

 at the top of very steep ones, to let us get out and walk. 

 We were repaid a thousand times by the magnificent 

 views of the Franconia range until we reached the high- 

 est point, when the glories north opened before us. We 

 were now facing new scenes for the first time since we 

 left home, and yet we felt at home in Lancaster, for 

 another Lancaster is our near neighbor. The postmaster 

 looked relieved to find owners for his surplus mail, and 

 as he handed out the seventh letter with a look of having 

 finished his task, we said, "Is that all?" for one was miss- 

 ing. "I think that will do for once," he said. Two 

 weeks later we sent him a card and the missing docu- 

 ment came safely to hand down in Maine. 



Fate knows we like to drive north, and led us onward. 

 We followed the Connecticut through the lovely valleys, 

 crossing it and driving in Vermont one afternoon, en- 

 joying the new country until we had left the White 

 Mountains sixty miles behind us. We then turned 

 directly east, and ten miles along the Mohawk River 

 brought us to the entrance of Dixville Notch. We were 

 bewildered by its beauty, grander even than the Fran- 

 conia Notch. We reached the Dix House, the only habi- 



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