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some friends in Dorchester, returning in early evening. 

 Jerry seemed perfectly at home ; perhaps he has been 

 used to city life in Kentucky. The day was long and full 

 of pleasant things, but the diary record was brief; for 

 just this once we will confess we were tired. Secured the 

 catechism and hairpin, and oh ! we forgot, a bit of em- 

 broidery we got at Whitney's, and mailed to a friend who 

 asked us to do so if we "happened to be near there," 

 drove eighteen miles and made twelve calls, that was all. 



During the day we decided to stay over Sunday, as a 

 cousin we wanted to see was coming. Jerry rested all 

 day, and we did, except the writing of many letters, din- 

 ing with a friend, and attending service at the only 

 church we saw lighted on the Back Bay in the evening. 

 We thought of many things to do and places to go to, 

 and wondered how we should like to take a carriage jour- 

 ney and spend all the nights in Boston. There would be 

 no lack of pleasant driving, and if we missed the variety 

 in hotels, we could easily remedy that by going from one 

 to another. Boston would supply that need for a while, 

 and we are sure Jerry would be more than glad to find 

 himself at Nims's in Mason street, day or night. But we 

 had other things in view for this journey, and, the 

 cousin's whereabouts being wrapped in mystery, we left 

 Boston early Monday morning. 



Now, we will take you by transit, hardly excelled in 

 rapidity by the feats of occultism, to Narragansett Pier, 

 and while you are taking breath in our charming room in 

 that vine-covered hotel at the jumping-off place, with 

 the surf rolling up almost under the windows, we will 

 just tell you a bit about the journey as we had it; driving 



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