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are over the doors just as when it stood on the Centen- 

 nial grounds, and many things seem quite natural, 

 although we did not chance to be among the dis- 

 tinguished guests entertained under its roof when in 

 Philadelphia. 



Our stay there was made very pleasant by a lady who 

 gave us interesting accounts of her journeys by carriage 

 with "Gail Hamilton" and her sister. 



Here ended our one hundred miles preliminary, and 

 bright and early Monday morning we were off for the 

 mountains. The day was just right for a wayside camp, 

 and just at the right time we came to a pretty pine grove, 

 with seats under the trees. We asked a bright young 

 woman in the yard opposite if we could camp there, and 

 were given full liberty. She said Jerry might as well be 

 put into the barn, then helped unharness and gave him 

 some hay. Jerry was happy. 



He does not have hay — which is his "soup," I suppose 

 — when he camps. We went to the grove with our little 

 pail filled with delicious milk, and a comfortable seat 

 supplied by our hospitable hostess. When we went to 

 pay our bill, everything was refused but our thanks. We 

 said then, "If you ever come to Leominster you must let 

 us do something for you." 



"Oh, do you live in Leominster? Do you know ?" 



"Oh, yes, she is in our Sunday-school class." 



This is only one of the many pleasant incidents of our 

 wanderings. 



We spent that night at Haverhill and had one more 

 camp, our last for the trip, this time on the warm side of 

 a deserted barn. 



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