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aversion to direct routes we turned our faces towards 

 Boston. We could not stop at Stow this time, for the old 

 hotel, where we slept so sweetly our first night one year 

 ago, is gone, and only ashes mark the spot. Waltham 

 had a place for us, however. A cold wave came on during 

 the night, and we shivered all the way from Waltham to 

 Hull, except when we were near the warm hearts of our 

 friends on the way. 



The ocean looked cold, but nothing could mar that 

 quiet drive of five miles on Nantasket Beach just before 

 sunset. We were lifted far above physical conditions. 

 We were just in season to join in the last supper at The 

 Pemberton, and share in the closing up. We were about 

 the last of the lingering guests to take leave in the morn- 

 ing, after dreaming of driving through snowdrifts ten 

 feet deep, and wondering if we should enjoy the moun- 

 tains as well as we had fancied. The weather, however, 

 changed greatly before noon, and it was very sultry by 

 the time we reached Boston. Prudence prompted us, 

 nevertheless, to add to our outfit, against another cold 

 wave. We found all we wanted except wristers. Ask- 

 ing for them that sultry afternoon produced such an 

 effect that we casually remarked, to prove our sanity, 

 that we did not wish them to wear that day. 



Night found us at Lexington, pleading for shelter at 

 the Alassachusetts House. Darkness, rain and importu- 

 nity touched the heart of the proprietor, and he took us 

 into the great hall, which serves for parlor as well, saying 

 all the time he did not know what he should do with us. 

 We wanted to stay there, because we do not often have 

 a chance to stay in a house that has traveled. The signs 



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