14000 MILES 



from whom we have a standing invitation for our last 

 tea out. The five miles from Fitchburg to Leominster 

 Charlie never counts. He knows his own stall awaits 

 him. Our last day, which began so pleasantly with a 

 floral testimony from a stranger, ended with a night- 

 blooming cereus reception in our own home. 



"Did you take Summer Gleanings," do I hear some 

 friend ask? Oh yes, we took it, but not one sketch did 

 we add to it. The fever for sketching ran high last year 

 and spent itself, but every day of the July pages is radiant 

 with pressed flowers and ferns. One more trip and the 

 book will be full, "a thing of beauty," which will be "a 

 joy forever." 



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