14000 MILES 



and there we squared our accounts, named our journey 

 and pressed a bright bit of blackberry vine for the 

 sketchboolc. The afternoon drive was even more 

 familiar. We let Charlie take his own time, and did not 

 reach home until eight o'clock, and finding everybody 

 and everything just as we left them nearly five weeks 

 before, gradually all that had come between began to 

 seem like one long dream. 



"Summer Gleanings" lies on our table, and we often 

 take it up and live over again the pleasant days recorded 

 there in "timely jottings," crude little sketches, and 

 pretty wayside flowers, and then. we just take a peep into 

 the possibilities of the future by turning over a leaf and 

 reading — 



"To one who has been long in city pent," 



what 

 fifteenth "annual. 



and think what a nice beginning that will be for our 



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