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We got all over our disappointment at stopping early 

 for the cloud, for the drive, which was so lovely that 

 bright morning, would have been cold and cheerless the 

 night before. It seemed as if we went on all sides of 

 Chocorua, with its white peak and pretty lake at the base. 

 Why has somebody said — 



"Tired Chocorua, looking down wistfully into 

 A land in which it seemed always afternoon." 



One might spend a whole summer amid the charming 

 surroundings of North Conway, but we had only a night 

 to spare. There were many transient people about, as 

 is usual in the autumn. The summer guests had 

 departed, and now some of the stayers-at-home were 

 having a respite. We wished all the tired people could 

 try the experience of an old lady there, who said she 

 "could not make it seem right to be just going to her 

 meals and doing nothing about it." 



Oh, how lovely that morning at North Conway ! This 

 was the day we were to drive up Crawford Notch; and 

 what about all the prophecies of our seashore friends? 

 Where were the snowdrifts we dreamed of? The air was 

 so soft we put aside all wraps, and, as we leisurely drove 

 along the bright, woodsy road, I wonder how many 

 times we exclaimed, "This is heavenly!" We fairly 

 drank in the sunshine, and fortunately, for it was the last 

 we had for a full week. 



We dined at the hotel in Bartlett, and strolled about 

 the railway station near by, so tempting to travelers, hav- 

 ing a pretty waiting-room like a summer parlor, with its 

 straw matting and wicker furniture. We took our time 



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