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so leisurely that we found we could not get to the Craw- 

 ford House in season to walk up Mt. Willard, as we had 

 planned, so stopped at the old Willey House, this side. 

 It was quite too lovely to stay indoors, and, after we had 

 taken possession of the house, being the only guests, we 

 took the horn our landlady used to call the man to take 

 care of Jerry, and went down the road to try the echo, as 

 she directed us. It was very distinct, and after we got 

 used to making such a big noise in the presence of those 

 majestic mountains, we rather liked it. We gathered a 

 few tiny ferns for our diaries, and took quite a walk 

 towards the Notch, then came "home," for so it seemed. 

 We had chosen a corner room in full view of Mt., 

 Webster, Willey Mountain, and the road over which we 

 had driven, and where the moon would shine in at night, 

 and the sun ought to look in upon us in the morning. 

 The moon was faithful, but the sun forgot us and the 

 mountains were veiled in mists. 



Will there ever be another Sunday so long, and that 

 we could wish many times longer? We had the warm 

 parlor to ourselves and just reveled in a feast of reading, 

 watching the fluffy bits of mist playing about Mt. 

 Webster, between the lines. Just fancy reading "Robert 

 Elsmere" four hours on a stretch, without fatigue, so 

 peaceful was it away from the world among the moun- 

 tains. After dinner we drove to the Crawford to mail a 

 letter and back to the Willey, having enjoyed once more 

 in the short one hour and a half one of the grandest 

 points of the whole mountain region, the White Moun- 

 tain Notch. We were now fresh for another long session 

 with Robert and Catherine. It was raining again, and 



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